Chapter 5Fire was a Wu-Tin specialty. Especially when he wanted to get rid of potential evidence that could be used against him. Crooks were dumb. Masterminds were smart, calculating. Case in point, on this Monday morning Jimmy awoke to, among other news on NY1, an early morning blaze still raging in Flushing, the heavily Asian neighborhood in Queens where his nemesis was rumored to have resumed his operations. Was it a coincidence that on this first official day of the Special Task Force investigation to bring down Wu-Tin’s dangerous empire that a warehouse had gone up in flames? Jimmy thought one thing: coincidences rarely happened.
Did Wu-Tin know the police were aware of his return? No doubt. He had his own guards, except those he’d already had killed. His son, Fong, Mallory’s shooter
