SixteenOliver Chung waited for the door to open. His heart was hammering in his chest, but he pulled his head up, planted his feet down hard and hauled back his shoulders. If he was going to face an executioner, he would do it standing strong and proud. Was this the violent end he had feared ever since he was locked up? The door would open and one of his brother’s goons would be there, holding a deadly cleaver in his twitching hand?
The key turned and the door slowly creaked open. No one entered, but the big-shouldered guard with his front teeth missing stood in the doorway. The key he used to unlock the door was dangling from one finger but he wasn’t issuing his usual brisk, flat commands. He was looking at the floor, not at Ollie, and he was blank-faced and disengaged.
Behind him stood
