The Fourth Cart III

The Fourth Cart III

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Imagine you had been a tearaway in your youth, but are now a reformed character, a pillar of society. You make light of your murky past, enjoy a bad-boy-turned-good image. Harmless fun. But then imagine you're accused of a crime so odious you're in danger of losing your credibility, and the only way to prove your innocence is to reveal a shocking secret that could destroy your family. Do you bluff it out, risk a public backlash? Or do you come clean and risk your relationship with your loved ones? It's an uncompromising dilemma, as Nick Price will more

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  • Paperback | 236 pages
  • 152.4 x 228.6 x 13.72mm | 417.3g
  • Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1514651785
  • 9781514651780

About MR Stephen R P Bailey

I was born in Lewes, East Sussex in the United Kingdom, in 1958 into a family whose roots in the town can be traced back more than 300 years. After attending local primary school, I was fortunate enough to attend Eastbourne College where I thoroughly enjoyed academic life and sports. After graduating from University of Warwick I qualified as a Chartered Accountant and persevered with a professional career in London for a few years. In 1989, I moved to Bangkok and worked for a while as a fashion model, a television extra, a news presenter for Radio Thailand and a teacher before securing a permanent job with an international accounting firm. I lived a carefree, hedonistic existence in Bangkok for ten years. For most of my time there I lived in King Mansion in Sathorn Road, the sort of hotel where police and immigration department raids were not uncommon. Many of King Mansion's residents were eccentric; many sought the anonymity only a cheap hotel could offer. Residents got murdered, disappeared without trace, died in horrendous accidents or simply got arrested for their nefarious activities. Living there taught me a lot about human life. It was a place where bizarre stories would frequently be heard in the coffee shop. Needless to say, my life in Thailand was more