The Devil Prefers Livestock
Part 6 "2009-2013" (as written in 2013)
Nowhere Was Safe
Starting in June 2011, Hong's cousin Oanh cried almost every day when she looked at me, and Hong would say that she is having problems with her family and that it wasn't about me. One time in early July 2011, I was going to go to a 4-star hotel (the only safe place in Vietnam) with the $50,000 US I still had in Vietnam because I could sense they were going to attack soon. Hong left the house with our son when I was sleeping and wouldn't tell me where she was, which I interpreted as her not wanting my son to witness a war unfold when these cretins attacked. As I was getting ready to leave, Co Hai, the Nanny, and Hong's cousin Oanh told me not to go and had tears in their eyes. I asked Oanh if guys were waiting for me outside, to which she replied, "Yes." I said how many, and she said "three." I told her that I could handle that no problem and proceeded to leave with the money as I was chased the entire time by three guys on motorcycles. I lost two of them, and once the third guy realized he was alone, he stopped chasing me. This chase happened about two months after the Airplane Plot. The picture below illustrates the route I drove from my house to that hotel, which was closer than the Caravelle. Still, I just sold my car and had to go by motorcycle, so I chose that hotel even though it was a little less reputable than the Caravelle. I made a loop because I stopped at the massage parlor to make sure Hong wasn't there with my son first, plus I wanted to double back and see how many guys were following me.
better tracking than ups
They knew everywhere I was going to go because Hong would tell them, or they'd hear me talk about it to Hong as they eavesdropped. Even if they didn't know, they could track me from my iPhone that I took everywhere. One time I went to make a Police report when Hong wouldn't tell me where my son was just before I left Vietnam in July 2011. Even though I called Hong 10 times that day, she didn't call me until I walked into the Police Station. This wasn't the police station near our house where the cops were involved, but a different one a mile away that was run by the North Vietnamese Government. She quickly pleaded with me and said sorry and that I can come to pick up our son. I knew immediately that they must have been tracking me in real-time because why the sense of urgency when I picked up the phone? I had already been telling her for two days that I would call the police, but she didn't care until she saw that I went to the Police station, not the one where they were in on the scam. To the left is a copy of Hong's I.D. that I took to the Police Station, where the Police Officer wrote his name, phone number, and my report # on that sheet.
Perfectly Timed Anger
A Rare Tear!
About a week after the coffee shop hacker incident in mid-august 2011, I was riding somewhere with Hong (whom at that moment I believed was possibly innocent even though common sense and proof showed otherwise). I reflected on the extent of what they planned to do to me on the airplane (which at the time I thought was to frame me as a drug smuggler or kill me). I said to Hong, "OMG! I can't believe people could be so evil; they didn't care about me, my son, or my family and only cared about their greed". Hong started crying very hard and wouldn't stop for ten minutes. I thought that was strange since I was at the time thinking it was only her friends, but I now know that she felt horrible for participating in trying to destroy her husband and the father of her child for money and greed even though they forced her hand to a degree. She never cried after that day.
MUI NE, VIETNAM
Time to meet the Devil Himself!