CHAPTER TWELVE
Andy Chui’s building is on Grantham Street off Macleay Street. It used to be an old motel and has a concierge. He isn’t wearing lapels but a blue bespoke suit with a white shirt, a deep blue tie. He’s tall with tanned brown skin, lithe and good looking in an old fashioned, Gary Cooper kind of way. He says to Travis, ‘How can I help?’
‘I have an appointment with Mr Chui.’
‘I’ll ring him, won’t be long.’
The foyer is small, he sits on a black leather sofa. There are photographs of Kings Cross, Potts Point, and Woolloomooloo on the walls. He particularly likes a black and white shot of Darlinghurst Road at peak time, around 2 or 3 am. It’s interesting to see the bright lights and neon subdued, the faces of people clear and edgy, no colourful clothing. Bleak.
The concierge
