I didn’t see a transaction, but I knew he was there to scope out prey. The white, middle-aged man who sat by the river could have been just any other tourist, but it was clear he wasn’t sight-seeing.
When I first spotted him, I followed his line of vision, curious to see what he was so intently looking at. He sat there, in cargo shorts, a T-shirt and flip flops watching young children walk by. He didn’t look at anything else—not the famous temple that most other tourists came to see or the boats passing by—just little kids. Hungrily.