Kiss & Die - Lee Weeks [42]
‘So, what you doing here?’ asked David.
‘We had some reports of trouble. I wanted to take a look for myself.’
David wiped the sweat from his upper lip. Shrimp had never smelt the smell of stale sweat so pungent as it was in the small room. ‘We are used to the heat,’ said David, as if reading Shrimp’s mind, ‘but we are not used to the humidity. You guys don’t sweat much, do you?’
‘I’m sweating now,’ Shrimp smiled.
Chapter 28
Mann looked at the card Victoria Chan had given him. The address was a building he knew on Peking Road, just a stone’s throw from the Leung Corporation. He looked at his watch. It was close to ten. He knew where she’d be right now, where all the smart set went. She’d be in the Oceans bar having post-dinner drinks. On Peking Road, top floor. He stepped out of the lift and into the arms of the hostesses waiting to meet and greet at the entrance. This bar was uber chic, always a little too dark. He turned right and up the small flight of steps into the main bar. It had 360° views and floor-to-ceiling sloped windows that gave the impression the diner was floating in the Hong Kong sky.
The bar was crowded with Chinese entertaining clients and wealthy lonely locals looking for company. A round of drinks had a minimum charge which would have bought a dinner for a family of four elsewhere. But that was the very reason people came. Hong Kong was all about showing you could afford it and this was the bar of the moment. Mann got a seat at one of the tables that overlooked the eating area on the mezzanine below. He ordered his usual – vodka on the rocks. The pretty young waitress brought it along with a selection of nuts.
He’d taken his first sip when he spied Victoria Chan in the private booths to his left. He’d guessed right. There she was, tucked in the VIP area: private booths with sofa-type seating and endless skyline. He only just recognized her – no twinset and pearls today – a Roland Mouret Galaxy dress and a pair of killer heels. Her loose hair curled like a fifties film star. He knew it was her because she knew it was him. She was looking for him too.
Mann got the uneasy feeling he was on a film set and being directed and she knew he would show up when he did. She was sitting with CK’s PA and what looked like five visiting businessmen: one Caucasian, two Asians, a Korean and a Japanese, obviously getting the special treatment and being taken out by the boss’s daughter.
An interesting mix, thought Mann. She obviously had international aspirations and had her beautifully manicured fingers in lots of international pies, and she wasn’t afraid of anything. A couple of Wo Shing Shing bodyguards sat with them. Mann recognized them from his visits to Leung Corporation: their bodyguards were as square as they were tall. The bodyguards zeroed in on Mann as he approached. They were on their feet before Mann had reached the table.
‘Sorry to interrupt. Urgent message for Ms Chan,’ Mann smiled at the businessmen. ‘You’ll have to excuse Ms Chan. I’ll bring her back.’ Mann eyeballed the bodyguard and smiled at Victoria. ‘Just a quick word.’
Victoria waved the bodyguards back with a slight glance and bowed to her guests. ‘Please excuse me, gentlemen. Order more drinks for our guests,’ she hissed through a smile at the PA who looked flushed and flustered. She slid elegantly out from behind the table. ‘Please try not to miss me too much…I have something that you are going to want to hear when I come back – something we have all been waiting for.’
The men nodded and smiled and made appreciative, reassured noises as they watched their host walk away with the tall stranger. The PA got to his feet and clicked his fingers at a passing waitress.
Mann walked Victoria towards the lift. Two hostesses in ornate cheongsams and a male waiter in a chic version of a coolie suit were meeting and greeting the guests as they arrived. Mann waved them away with a smile as he got into the lift and pressed the button to close the doors. He pushed for the ground