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Mr. Belezel lives in a luxury apartment at Belle Vue Residences, in the lush and serene District 10, to the southwest of Sultan Mosque. Here lives a small, affluent community of businessmen and Jews, near the Chesed-El Synagogue. Upon showing your UOB bank business card, the guard at the entrance lets you pass. When you describe Mr. Belezel to him, he says that he hasn't seen him in a week or two, but he doesn't know more about his whereabouts. You walk on a paved path through tropical vegetation, and admire the airy architecture of the structure. Assuredly, it is an entire world apart from Rochor River, and it exults modernity and over-abundant wealth. You climb the stairs to the third floor, and kick your friend's door open. Not the stealthy entrance you would hope for, but you have yet to learn how to pick a door open.
Now, you have to act fast before security comes. The living room is impeccably clean, to the point that the floor is shining. You've rarely seen such cleanness. You open the fridge. Inside, there are eggs, a bottle of milk, orange juice, yogurt, and at the bottom, vegetable and beer. Some of the vegetables have turned a bit brown, showing that they are not fresh. Considering how clean the room is, you take it as a hint Mr. Belezel hasn't indeed been home in at least a week. You take the pack of Tiger lager out, and open one can. Let's not waste such lovely drink.
In his private office, you sit in the leather chair and search the drawers for a clue. Bills, bank statements, useless accounting papers, nothing of much interest. In a black folder titled "harlots", you find the printed pictures of lingerie models and naked elves. You browse through it. Not bad. He has decent tastes in women. In another drawer, you find a more interesting letter. It's from the IRAS, the Inland Revenue Authority of Singapore. They inform him that he's under investigation for income tax fraud, and they request him to provide accounting records and source documents. Now, you understand what happened to him. It's unlikely a powerful person is under investigation. He's probably been targeted by someone more powerful than him. The letter must have scared him off, and now, he's in hiding.
