Wei smiled. "I look like a guy who needs a drink."
Laughter erupted around the table. Good. Laughter meant trust. Or the performance of it. sleeping dogs gog
Below, the Golden Dragon Casino pulsed with a different kind of heartbeat: mahjong tiles clacking, cheap whiskey laughing, and the low, guttural hum of the 14K triad. Winston Chu, the Red Pole, had invited him tonight. A test of loyalty. Wei adjusted his leather jacket, felt the cool press of his service pistol against his ribs, and descended the fire escape. Wei smiled
The glass in his hand cracked.
He finished the whiskey, stood up, and walked out into the rain. The dog was awake now. And when a sleeping dog rises, it doesn't bark. Laughter meant trust
Wei's blood turned cold. "What dog?"
Wei slammed the brakes. Dogeyes lurched forward. Wei grabbed his collar. "Your grandmother's dead. Want to join her?"