EXCERPT ‘How do you kill someone who is already dead?’ Nguyên Văn Phong mused as he slumped over his desk. Morosely ensconced in a bland suite of a mid-range downtown Manhattan hotel, he spread and stacked the mini-skyline of 500 Euro bills in front of him, note by note, meticulously aligning each crisp, purple layer. How many notes would it take? He was unlikely to run out before he choked, as he had totally cashed out the IREX account.…