“Smart,” he said. “Hey, why didn’t you tell me that there would be cops following you around? I almost got in a jam this afternoon.”
“I didn’t know that there would be cops following me,” I said. “As a matter of fact, there was a time when it seemed as if half of Hong Kong must have followed me. I thought that was you outside. It happened that you couldn’t have timed it better. Thanks.”
“Anytime,” he said with a wave of his hand.
“The police got the license number of the car.”
“It’s okay. They’ll never find it. How’d it go?”
“That bunch, plus Blake, is all under arrest. Tell me something, Hing. You thought that Blake and West were working in narcotics. Is there still a lot of it going through Hong Kong?”
“That’s what I hear.”
“Who’s doing it?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
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