Chapter 3: The Thread in the Rain

The address in Lui Mei-Ling's handwriting was smudged by the time Siu-Bak reached the edge of Sheung Shui. Rain plastered the paper to his palm, and the ink ran like blue veins. He ducked into a 7-Eleven and squinted at it under the fluorescent lights. It looked like "Old Peace Street, number twelve—or fourteen—something." The clerk eyed him, a boy in a soaked jacket, dripping onto the tiles. Siu-...