Chapter 35McGeachy began to tremble. This is it, he thought. I didn't expect it so soon. I didn't expect to die today. He shut the lounge door, signalling that no one should enter, and then opened a new bottle and poured himself a tumbler of whisky to steady his nerves. His hand shook as he raised the glass to his lips.
A dead w***e and the police at the door. A whorehouse run by him raided and the c******n's nephew blabbing to the cops. He should never have agreed to take on that half-wit Chen, but Mickey Wu pressured him. Now Wu's nephew was in the hands of the police. God knows what he'd tell them. McGeachy knew he was meant to keep Chen out of the way because the young man wasn't quite right in the head. But how could he have predicted that something like this would happen?
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