Chapter 17: The Harbor's Echo

The water was a sheet of hammered pewter under the late-morning light, and the Star Ferry cut across it with the unhurried dignity of a creature that had seen a hundred years of commuters and never once been impressed. Fong Siu-Bak stood at the railing, the wooden bowl a warm, insistent weight against his ribs, and tried to look like a man who had somewhere to be. The cat, perched on a coil of rop...