Tasha,Jolene & Mina, are social escorts. Their close sister has been murdered after meeting a client. The only information they are aware of, was that he is a Kpod dealer. They are determined to employ everything in their arsenal to hunt the culprit down. Join them as they work their way up the line to the dealer, if anyone could get men to talk, it was them.
The night was thick with humidity and incense. Under the flickering fluorescent lights of an HDB void deck, the funeral wake of Cheryl Tan carried on in weary rhythm.
You could hear murmured condolences, clinking coffee cups, and the faint whir of standing fans doing their best against the heat.
Chrysanthemum wreaths lined the pillars. Plastic chairs scraped the floor as relatives shifted uncomfortably, their slippers squeaking across the tiles.
At one corner, half-hidden behind a pillar, three girls sat together at a small round table, faces lit faintly by the glow of a phone screen.
They didn’t look like detectives.
They looked like tired university students who’d accidentally wandered into a wake with bubble tea instead of flowers. However, the women present were not your typical innocent girl next door. They are social escorts, they have seen the ways of the world and how disgusting men can be.
A typical Friday night should see them in 5-star hotel rooms, or secret bungalows of Billionaires, but not tonight. Not when a dear sister of theirs has been murdered.
Grief had a way of reshaping people and tonight, it had turned them into something else, avengers of a very Singaporean kind.
Tasha sat forward, her elbows on the table, eyes sharp with fury.
Tasha : He introduced her to kpods didn’t he…got her hooked…
Beside her, Jolene dabbed her eyes with a Hello Kitty tissue. Her voice trembled.
Jolene : She told me it was safe. Said everyone was using it. I told her to be careful but
Her voice broke before she could finish.
The third girl, Mina, sat the straightest, her glasses reflecting the faint blue light from the phone.
Mina : Police already close the case. No evidence, they say. There’s CCTV everywhere, but they cannot find one Telegram dealer?
Tasha’s jaw tightened.
Tasha : Then we find him ourselves.
A gust of wind fluttered the white banner hanging above the altar.
Cheryl’s smiling portrait seemed to glow faintly in the candlelight, like she was watching, waiting.
Tasha : Cheryl wouldn’t want us to just sit here crying, She’d want justice. Real justice.
Mina’s expression didn’t change, but her voice did.
Mina : Let’s hunt him down.
She took out her laptop, a daring move at a funeral and flipped it open on the plastic table. The screen glowed like something forbidden. Jolene nearly choked on her tears.
Jolene : you brought a fucking laptop to a wake?
Mina : I’ll bring hell when i find that bastard.
Jolene squinted at the laptop.
Jolene : Okay… found it. Telegram group called JamesPuffPuffPassSG.
Tasha : Look at the fucking flavours… ‘Milo Dinosaur,’ ‘Durian Delight,’ ‘Orchard Lychee Rush’… , got ‘Kopi Gao Limited Edition’ also.
Jolene : well…local food galore.
Mina : Scroll up, Look at the pinned message.
They leaned closer. A single line glared back at them:
“New drop this Friday. Codeword: BlueLight.”
The air around them seemed to pause.
Tasha : That’s tonight…
Jolene : That’s our lead…address is…somewhere in Yishun.
Mina : why am i not surprised…
A few relatives walked past, bowing politely. The girls lowered their heads as if in prayer until the footsteps faded, then resumed their whisper.
Jolene : I’m going to drop an order and see if the seller reply…
Barely 5 minutes later, he did.
James saw the new buyer message and gave them a pick up location. An open air carpark in Yishun.
Tasha : There…easier than we expect.
Mina : Are you girls sure you want to do this? No telling what we might uncover.
A faint breeze swept through the void deck, stirring the incense smoke. For a moment, the candle beside Cheryl’s photo flickered brighter. None of them spoke, but all three felt it ,the uncanny sense that their friend approved.
As if on cue, thunder rumbled outside. Fat drops began to fall on the zinc roof, the rain drumming like a heartbeat.
Mina closed her laptop, her eyes steady as she reached for her car keys.
Jolene : Cancel all your bookings for this weekend…we’re going to hunt that son of a bitch down…
Tasha : Can we at least wait for the rain to stop?
Mina : Yeah…
Jolene : Oh right..of course..
They sat together in silence, watching the rain trickle past the drains. Around them, the murmurs of relatives and the drone of Buddhist chants carried on, as if the universe hadn’t just shifted a little for the group of girls.
Finally, Tasha tore a tissue from the packet, wiped her tears and raised it like a toast.
Tasha : To Cheryl, she said softly.
Jolene sniffled but lifted her own.
Jolene : For Cheryl.
Mina hesitated, then did the same.
Mina : For Cheryl…
Unaware of the trap, James packed up the pods the girls ordered, put on a mask and a cap. He made his way to the carpark, already thinking of how to spend the money once the transaction is over.
Coming soon