Page 146 of Assassin

A judge.

And the Mayor’s assistant.

Only, who wasn’t there?

Shing Reung.

Damn it.

Where the hell was the dude? They only had one business left, and that meant if he wasn’t there…

They had issues. There was no way they could let that man run wild. He was a bad guy.

They needed Fang’s right-hand asshole to get intel on Alexsandr.

“Where can I find Shing?” Jagger asked, knowing the people working there would know.

Only, he wasn’t getting the answers he needed.

The employees there shook their heads. The few Chinese workers there looked scared, but they weren’t talking.

Jagger used what Maura had learned in her assault on the Chinese laundry.

“Did you guys come over on a ship brought here by Fang Yan?” he asked first in English, and then in Chinese.

That seemed to help.

They nodded.

“Do you know where Shing is?” he asked, this time, keeping it Chinese.

They shook their heads.

Well, this wasn’t really getting them anywhere, and that pissed him off.

When MATE came on, talking, they all listened.

“J, I’ve detected another room that is hidden behind that wall. The dimensions of the room are not right.”

Well.

Well.

Well.

The people here were keeping a secret, now, weren’t they?

“Thank you, MATE. Which wall?” he asked, waiting for her to point him in the right direction.

“To your left and ahead five feet.”

In front of that space was a blackjack table and the dealer who had tried to go for his gun.

Now, they knew why.

“Let’s move the table.”

Dakota and Remmy moved all of the people, lining them up against the wall.

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