Chapter Thirty-Four
In China Town, Lorcan and Orla weaved their way through the crowded streets, heading toward an Asian grocery store. The small shop sat on a corner street. A small rusty door sagged open on one side, and the flickering neon sign was not inviting. Inside the shop, stacks of goods were piled everywhere.
Lorcan walked inside, pulling Orla behind him. An Asian man standing at the back of the shop glanced at him. “We’re not open,” he said. Lorcan approached the man. At six foot one, Lorcan towered over him. But the man certainly didn’t act as if he had any physical disadvantage. “I said we’re not open,” he repeated.
“We’re looking for Sam Windsor.”
“Don’t know him.”
Lorcan lowered his voice. “You might want to rethink your answer. I’m in a good mood, and I don’t want to
