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As soon as it was dark, Danny Huang hailed a taxi. He asked the driver to drop him a street away and walked the rest. After a quick look around, he was confident no one had seen him arrive at the home of William Ying’s wife—or widow, given William was presumed dead. She greeted him warmly and he slipped into the house.
“You look wonderful, Danny.” She hugged him.
“It is so good to see you, Mei, you haven’t changed, so beautiful.” Danny studied her.
“Thank you, you are too kind, come, come.” She led him towards the back of the house and opened a door to a large white room with two chocolate brown Chesterfield couches and one wall covered in books. Tea was served on a mahogany table in the middle of the room. Mrs. Ying retreated.
Danny Huang smiled and extended his arms wide as he wa
