On the fifth morning, Ethan was finally dragged away from the stall.
Brian insisted there was an international video conference he absolutely had to attend, one that required encrypted signals and could only be held inside the armored SUV parked at the corner.
Ethan didn't want to go. He stalled for nearly two minutes before Brian practically coaxed and hauled him into the vehicle.
I stayed behind to run the stall alone, chopping fish into chunks and arranging them neatly onto trays.
Then I heard engines roaring again from the south entrance of Jade Market.
The knife in my hand stopped.
Sherry Hall appeared. She strode down the aisle in sneakers this time, her designer dresses gone, her hair pulled into a ponytail. Behind her followed more than a dozen bald men built like professiona
