“You would like a drink? Compliments of Mr. Wu-Tin.”
“Oh, well that’s not necessary,” Jimmy said, but then reconsidered. He’d already drawn the curiosity of the wait staff. “But, sure, I’ll have a beer. A Tsing-Tao?”
She nodded and disappeared, leaving him with an extensive menu and many concerns. This had been too easy, just dropping Mr. Wu-Tin’s name as though Jimmy were some long lost relative looking for special treatment. Surely there was more going on here. Jimmy kept his wits about him as he gazed around the large, open dining room. A mix of large party tables, like the group of twelve he had seen earlier, some just tables for two, four, six. Each was filled, and from all appearances the people were enjoying the food. Hunger hit him with renewed energy, so he figured that while he
