A bulky man stepped into the passage between the restaurant and the bathroom. The kitchen door swung on its hinges and he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes darted to Mrs Che’s reflection in the mirror and he swallowed the object swilling around his mouth. An Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he stifled a choking sound. Oriental like the Che’s, he carried a much heavier body on short, stocky legs. His black suit looked recently pressed and a white shirt collar glinted over the top of his lapel. Sweating in the heat from the kitchen, he stuck a pudgy finger into his collar and pulled, loosening it as he twisted his head from side to side. He grappled in an inside pocket for a white handkerchief and turned aside to mop his brow, his gaze never leaving Mrs Che’s face. As he
