Eight
So that was going to be their move. I’d known that they would probably come for me, but I’d thought it would be strictly strong-arm stuff. This was their solution for getting me out of the hotel and through the streets, without anything to show what was going on. It had a certain kind of cleverness. I almost liked it.
“I don’t think too much of it,” I said evenly. “But why pick on the two girls? They haven’t done anything to you.”
“No, but we’ll do something to them, if you don’t come along without a fuss. We’ve got three c***k partners—you saw them the other night in Kai Shing’s. You know how c****s are about things like that.”
“Tell me something,” I said gravely. “I’ve always been curious about it. Is it true that when a Chinese cuts someone’s throat, he cuts it up and down ins
