Chapter 25
Distant lights flickered from across the water in Kowloon and, apart from the familiar chorus of crickets and occasional noises escaping from the harbour miles away, the neighbourhood stood in near silence. Chiu crouched low and still, his eyes and ears straining with alertness from behind the large palm leaves, where he waited at the bottom of the garden. His main focus was on the tall windows of the living room. He caught a brief glimpse of a shadow move momentarily across the ceiling before disappearing again.
Maria set down a glass of red wine in front of Frank and slumped down next to him on the living room sofa.
“Thanks,” said Frank, sipping the wine slowly. “So do you own this place?”
“My Dad does. I just live here and keep it warm.” She patted the sofa arm.
“That’s
