Chapter 36: The Scent of Freedom

The morning after the ledger died, Fong Siu-Bak woke up in a dumpster. This was not a metaphor. He had crawled into a cardboard box behind a seafood restaurant in Sai Ying Pun, because the night had been long and his legs had given up arguing with him. The box smelled of prawn shells and vinegar, and the cat—Scratcher, who had followed him like a fuzzy accountant—was sitting on his chest, licking...