The FBI agent, thinking quickly, avoided eye contact with Cazes and walked directly past him to the door.
In the seconds it took for Cazes to cross the room, seemingly in slow motion, thoughts raced through Rabenn’s mind: How did Cazes know who they were?
Or which hotel they were staying at in Bangkok?
In mere moments, Rabenn expected Cazes to sit down next to them at their table, smug expression on his face, and say, as he imagined it, “Fuck you guys, I know you’re here, and you’re not going to get anything.”
The Americans looked at each other in confusion.
As their panic subsided, they now saw that a group of Thai undercover police—including the team leader, Colonel Pisal Erb-Arb, in plain clothes—had stationed themselves around ...
...another table across the hotel lounge from Cazes and were discreetly watching him, even stealthily taking photos of each other that captured Cazes in the background.
He started Googling, trying to calculate the odds of what had just happened.
Operation Bayonet reaches its kinetic climax.