‘Mo.’ Robber and I again in unison.
‘Hello,’ she said back.
‘Chicken and pork,’ Li continued. ‘A marriage made in heaven. Minced together with a special secret chilli sauce that will creep up and smack you in the neck.’
‘Sounds good,’ said Robber as we sat, and Maureen poured iced water for us both.
‘And beer,’ said Li. ‘Ice cold.’
‘Yes, your highness,’ said Maureen.
‘I’ll get it ready,’ said Li. ‘Fragrant rice. Mustn’t forget fragrant rice.’
‘What is this feast called?’ I asked.
Li pointed at the stereo speaker above our head. ‘Why, Bags’ Groove, of course,’ he said.
And then they both left us alone.
‘So what’s all this about?’ I said to Robber.
‘Looks like you’ve upset somebody.’
‘Not for the first time.’
‘Or the last probably.’
‘If I don’t end up in jail.’
‘You didn’t sho
