Eleven“You what?”
“I went backstage with Bo Fan to find out why the place was more tense than normal. Something was going on there, John.”
Pania lounged comfortably on a settee with a coffee cup nestled in her lap. She had slept surprisingly well and felt rested after her narrow escape last night. Now in the early afternoon had called on John at the Holborne Hotel to tell him about Sam Ah Choi’s oblique reference, and of Ngo Wai’s desperation. She put the cup to her lips, sipped briefly, and put it down again. “They know something we don’t. I’m certain of it.”
“Pania, the thing that concerns me more is the idea of you putting yourself at risk. We don’t need any more bodies.”
“I didn’t put myself at risk. Besides, there was some man in black there who seemed to be detailed to look after
