The Singapore Times Exclusive: THE ABDUCTION OF RORY DYLAN STEPHEN: BACK IN SINGAPORE TO A FURIOUS AND GREASY HAIRED MADAME FONG
Our private jet touched down in Singapore being greeted by customs officials in the private jet hangar. Rather odd, but perhaps so Singaporean that a team of gum sniffing dogs scoured the aircraft for that substance if found smuggled in could lead to a public caning. Who cares about heroin smuggling in Singapore when there is gum and its den of corruption to be concerned about!
There were several hundred people awaiting us as we cleared customs mostly members of the Singaporean Westie Fanatics Club. “Welcome Home Cuddlecakes” a few banners proclaimed. Home……yes I did feel Singapore was my home..at least for a few seconds!
I could scarcely recognize a greasy haired woman waiting for us in ripped jeans and a Talking Head’s T-Shirt as Bobby Jr.’s mother.
We waded through a group of cheering “fans” to Madame Fong’s limo. Amira had veered off after clearing customs. Madame Fong hated Malays and consequently hated Amira, a relationship Bobby Jr. concealed from Mommy!
A heated argument ensued Madame Fong cussing her son mercilessly calling him many unprintable names. The gist being he had met with the Shermans and the two Vietnamese Gentleman and now they were all dead. How had he a “stupid incompetent asshole” “fucked up” so miserably!
How were the murders rightly attributable to Bobby Jr.! What a nasty woman Madame Fong was. I felt like urinating on her vintage Keds.
When we were dropped off at Singapore Shangri-La her parting words were, “I trust you can prove you are not a total incompetent and not screw up our trip on the Orient Express!”
Are we going on some train trip? I once watched a movie with Bob, “Murder on the Orient Express” and it was centred on a murder. The last thing I need to be involved with is another murder!
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