He was inside the Imperial Dragon in Chinatown. It had all come down to this.
Wu-Tin upstairs. Not an Opening Night, but a Closing Night.
Jimmy crept up the stairs, carefully looking around him. No one had seen him. Unless there were cameras, and if so, then his presence was already known by Wu-Tin. Jimmy checked again at the small of his back. Yeah, he was packing. He hated that he was.
Game time.
* * * *
Wu-Tin’s office was on the third floor, but first Jimmy wanted to do some exploring.
He knew the man was a noted criminal, a killer, and a thief. But they, meaning he, needed the evidence. Isn’t this why the NYPD had deputized him? He had full authority, and he had back up outside with Frisano and selected officers. But right now, this was on him.
Instead of taking the stairs up,
