Thirty-Seven“Whose silly idea was this anyway?” John leaned back in his chair and glared at his younger brother. His mood hadn’t improved in the hour and a half since Virgin Hale had delivered Zeng’s threat.
His mind was still frantically scrambling for a way to find the Chung father and daughter, but everywhere he turned he was pestered by tipsters eager to collect the reward for information about Lily’s whereabouts. He ran his hands up and down his arms and shifted his weight testily. He was irritable and antsy and scratching wasn’t helping.
He and Nat were lounging in the sun at the back of the Gold House stables. It was a beautiful still morning, and the position of Gold House on the crest of a rise gave them rolling views over the valley below. The hillsides were colored lemon-yello
