Chapter 35: The Debt of Names

The night air of Central was a cocktail of exhaust fumes and expensive perfume, and Fong Siu-Bak walked through it with a metal box under his arm that felt heavier than a dead man's promise. The ledgers inside were warm, as if the debts they recorded were still breathing. Lui Mei-Ling kept pace beside him, her heels clicking a sharp counterpoint to his worn sneakers, and he could feel her eyes on...