Page 27 of Private Beijing


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“Hello,” I said.

“Mr. Morgan is American,” Molly explained to them.

“Like Iron Man,” Ru, the elder of the two, noted.

I chuckled. “Not quite like Iron Man.”

“Close enough, I’m sure,” the man said, joining us. He was a few years older than Molly, his hair frosted with grey.

“This is my husband, Bryan Meng. Jack Morgan and Zhang Daiyu from Private,” Molly introduced us.

“The detective agency,” Bryan remarked. “You’re famous for all the wrong reasons.”

He gave his wife a sharp-eyed glance to convey that he wasn’t as sanguine about hosting fugitives as she seemed to be.

“Give us a few minutes, please, darling,” Molly said. “We’re nearly done here, aren’t we, Mr. Morgan?”

“Almost,” I replied.

“Come on, boys,” Bryan said, and the two kids followed him through a door that led to a large kitchen.

He closed it behind them.

“So?” Molly remarked.

“You were going to tell us why you chose Private,” I reminded her.

“Because you’re the best, Mr. Morgan. Your reputation is unrivaled. Will that be all?”

“Don’t you want to know if we found anything?” I asked. “On Mr. Zhou, I mean.”

“Why?” she responded. “He’s in prison. The deal is on hold. He’ll either be found guilty and go away for a very long time, or he’ll be cleared and his business activities will resume. In either case, he no longer poses any risk to me. The police investigation will resolve the matter one way or the other. When you are able, you should please arrange for me to be sent the final bill for your work.”

I nodded. “Of course.”

She wasn’t going to give us any more, and I had as much as I needed—hints that she was lying. Which meant she was either involved in the strike against Private or had something else to hide.

“Then our business is concluded,” she said.

“I guess so,” I replied.

Molly got to her feet. “You must contact me if anything else comes to mind. Here are my details.” She pulled a card from under a coaster on the table. It had obviously been placed there in readiness for delivering this brush-off.

“Thank you,” I said, taking it. “We’re sorry to have intruded on your family time.”

“That’s quite alright.”

She walked us back to the elevator.

“Good luck with your investigation,” she said. “I hope these problems you’re having go away.”

The elevator door opened and Zhang Daiyu and I stepped in and said goodbye to Molly Tan, who watched us out of sight.

“Thoughts?” I asked when we were on our way down.

“She’s hiding something,” Zhang Daiyu replied.

I nodded. “Nothing she said stacks up. I can’t shake the feeling we’re being used for something. We should run surveillance on her. Look into the business deal she talked about and find out the real reason she hired us to dig into David Zhou.”

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