Chapter 39
A row of clocks in various time zones on the pale, flaking wall had faithfully displayed the time for over twenty years. Mary Lo didn’t hold much love for the windowless room that sat in the centre of the MI6 Hong Kong station but was thankful she was able to lose herself in her work to block it out at least.
She ran her eyes down the Personals advert column of the Hong Kong Times once again. It was a painstaking task to which she had devoted a few hours a day, unless she saw a lead and then she’d be off like a dog with a bone, working through the entire evening. The word ‘orchid’ written into one of the ads seemed to stand out, turning tiny cogs in her brain. It was one of the keywords on her list; words that cropped up that may have significant meaning and even be part of a
