“THE BIG MANGO is a full-blown work. There’s no room for improvement. It’s as good as it gets.”
—The Bangkok Post
From the Big Apple, to the Big Orange, to the Big Mango. It had a kind of nutty logic to it. Bangkok was about as far from San Francisco as Eddie Dare can get without falling off the edge of the world, although at times he wondered if that wasn’t exactly what he had done.
Four hundred million dollars is in the wind, the result of a bungled CIA operation to grab the Bank of Vietnam’s currency reserves when the Americans fled Saigon in 1975. A few decades later the word on the street is that all that money somehow ended up in Bangkok and a downwardly mobile lawyer from San Francisco named Eddie Dare is the only guy left alive who’s got a chance of finding it.
Eddie knows nothing about the missing money. At least, he doesn’t think he does. But so many other people believe he’s got an inside track that he and his old marine buddy Winnebago Jones figure it’s worth a shot to head for Bangkok and try their luck.
But first Eddie and Winnebago have to battle the jagged netherworld of modern-day Thailand. It’s a corkscrewed realm where big-time dealers tango with small-time hustlers, criminals on the lam mingle with politicians on the take, and the merely raffish jostle with the downright scary for center stage in the big leagues of weird.
If they can overcome all that – as well as outmaneuver a freelancing CIA man, a pack of angry Secret Service agents, and a ruthless Vietnamese intelligence woman – maybe they can find out what really happened back in Saigon all those years ago.
And where those ten tons of money are ...