I check my watch for the third time in ten minutes. Where the hell is this Jasper Finch?
The club chief assured me he'd be here within the hour, but that was ninety minutes ago. I'm not accustomed to being kept waiting, especially when I have more pressing matters to attend to in Jiangnan Province.
The private room's door opens, and the nervous club chief peeks his head inside.
"Mr. Knight, I just received word that Mr. Finch has arrived. He should be here momentarily."
"He should have been here an hour ago."
The chief's face pales. "Yes, sir. My sincerest apologies. I believe there was some... preparation required on his part."
Preparation? What kind of preparation does it take to walk into a room?
I lean back in the leather chair, fingers drumming against the mahogany table. The case files for the Jin family massacre are spread before me, but my mind keeps drifting to Catherine Shaw's shocked expression when Liu Wei put her in her place. Some people never learn.
