Chow Ling sat alone. His head back, his eyes closed, deep in thought. There was a soft knock at the door. A young woman entered with a tray, which held an ornate teapot and two matching cups. She placed the tray on the table, bowed to Chow Ling, and left the room. Chow Ling had not moved nor opened his eyes.
It had been two days since the shooting, and San Francisco was still in an uproar. Chinatown was flooded with police. According to the headlines, there was a call for reform. The hanging of two Chinese by the Vigilante Committee had occurred a day after the shootings. Chow Ling found it humorous that the two men hung by the Vigilantes, were members of the opposition, the Tiger"s Claw. Reese and Isaac had done a professional job. The two men not only worked well together, but also with
