Chapter Ten
Chao-Zhang Strikes
Together we marched down the slope of the quiet, suburban avenue; to take pause before a small, stand alone, house displaying the hatchet boards declaring it was for-sale.
It was unkempt and in much need of tender loving care before it would again be habitable as a home.
Both of us still in a sober, not to mention vengeful, mood after having received the news concerning Yen-Sun-Yat, it was left to Bernard to open proceedings. With an alert glance to right and left, he pushed open the flimsy wooden that guarded the weed covered path leading to the house itself and drew me towards it.
Darkness mantled all, for the nearest street lamp was fully twenty yards beyond then, from the miniature jungle bordering the path, a soft whistle sounded.
“Is that Cartier?
