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Good, the tai-pan said, his face closing.

He went down to the next floor, to his office. Afternoon, Mr. Choy, what can I do for you? He had already sent condolences about Four Finger Wu.

The family Wu, sir.

Dunross stared at him silently, trying to shake him, dealing with him Western style. Paul Choy wavered but held his gaze steady. Interesting, Dunross thought. You're a tough little bastard and good. Now, are you an emissary of Goldtooth Wu, the eldest son, or a thief and here on your own account? He left the silence hanging, using it to undermine his opponent while he rethought his position. The moment Paul Choy had called yesterday to ask for an appointment he had known the reason. But how to handle it? Four Fingers barely dead and now I've a new enemy, he thought, strong, well trained with lots of balls. Even so, he's got weak links like anyone. Like you have. Gornt's one of them. Riko could be another. Ah, Riko What is it about her that moves you so much?

When the door was shut, Paul Choy wiped his hands without noticing it. I've come about step one, sir. Sorry we had to put it off from yesterday, but, er, the wax impressions - they fitted one of your two remaining half-coins?

Good, the tai-pan said, his face closing.

Me. Sir. Paul Choy stared back at the tai-pan, unafraid, even though his heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten - even more than when he was on the junk a lifetime ago - the young Werewolf's blood on his hands, the half-dead, mutilated body leaning against him, and his father shouting at him to throw the man overboard.

Good, the tai-pan said, his face closing.

First I guess I'd like to know if you're ... if you're satisfied it's one of the four. I'm satisfied.

You'll have to prove Four Fingers gave it to you.

Paul Choy shifted uneasily. There were four coins, tai-pan. Mr. Chen's coin must be one of the others. This one belongs, belonged to my father. You remember what he said at Aberdeen?

Are you now?

Me. Sir. Paul Choy stared back at the tai-pan, unafraid, even though his heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten - even more than when he was on the junk a lifetime ago - the young Werewolf's blood on his hands, the half-dead, mutilated body leaning against him, and his father shouting at him to throw the man overboard.

Dunross kept his eyes boring into the youth. It's Phillip Chen's.

Dunross had already talked to Phillip Chen about the coin. Is there no way to prove it's yours, Phillip? he had asked him.

He went down to the next floor, to his office. Afternoon, Mr. Choy, what can I do for you? He had already sent condolences about Four Finger Wu.

Who in the family Wu? Dunross asked harshly, deliberately rough. The coin was given to an individual who would pass it on to an individual. Who?

None, tai-pan. None, the old man had said, wringing his hands.

Who in the family Wu? Dunross asked harshly, deliberately rough. The coin was given to an individual who would pass it on to an individual. Who?

What's your favor?

Dunross stared at him silently, trying to shake him, dealing with him Western style. Paul Choy wavered but held his gaze steady. Interesting, Dunross thought. You're a tough little bastard and good. Now, are you an emissary of Goldtooth Wu, the eldest son, or a thief and here on your own account? He left the silence hanging, using it to undermine his opponent while he rethought his position. The moment Paul Choy had called yesterday to ask for an appointment he had known the reason. But how to handle it? Four Fingers barely dead and now I've a new enemy, he thought, strong, well trained with lots of balls. Even so, he's got weak links like anyone. Like you have. Gornt's one of them. Riko could be another. Ah, Riko What is it about her that moves you so much?

Good, the tai-pan said, his face closing.

Sorry, tai-pan, I don't have to prove anything, Paul Choy replied confidently. I just have to present the coin and ask the favor. In secret. Everything secret, that's the deal. If it's the real coin your honor and the face of the Noble House is at stake and the fa-

What's your favor?

I know what I have at stake. Dunross made his voice grate. Do you?

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