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He was convincing—or the g*n was. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn’t quite place him. It didn’t seem there was much time for figuring that out. I had a g*n hidden away in my suitcase. Even Doc Holliday would have had trouble making a fast draw from there.
“Let’s go,” I said, “but make it fast. I’ve got a date a little later.”
He put the g*n back in his pocket, motioning me to go ahead of him, but he kept his hand in the pocket. We went downstairs and out through the lobby. We marched along the street until we reached a parked Renault. There was another Chinese sitting behind the steering wheel. The big Chinese and I got in the back and we drove off.
We followed a winding road up into the hills above Hong Kong and finally pulled in beside an expensive home. Then
