Forty-Eight“So do you want the seal or not? It’s up to you.”
John Russell glared at Ji Zeng and willed himself to betray no weakness. After he’d scrambled out from under Jong Ping’s house he’d tried Zeng’s home and been turned away. The master wasn’t at home, the servant said. So he turned to the Sing Song Club, the only other place he knew where he might flush out Zeng — and his gamble paid off.
At eleven in the morning the place was dimly lit and empty. He wondered why Zeng himself was here. Ollie’s half-brother looked as sleek and confident as a bull seal in charge of his harem. Like a man who was certain he held all the winning cards. If he did indeed have Pania, John had to concur. The stakes were high and his own leverage pathetically low.
Zeng shook his head, his mouth set in a d
