As Shanghai surpasses Hong Kong as Asia’s most important city, Zhong Fong’s Office of Special Investigations faces an increasingly sophisticated, and increasingly global, breed of criminal.When Fong follows a disturbing lead, he finds himself in the rural backwater of Anhui Province. Here, he is ...
In the latest installment in the Zhong Fong series. The city's 18 million residents are hurtling toward modernization, and hits home when Fong rooms at the Shanghai Theatre are being condo-ized and he can buy them at a special price four years worth of his salary. The night watchman summons Fong ...
Detective Fong has regained his position as head of Special Investigations in Shanghai. All seems under control until one of Shanghai's state run abortion clinics explodes in a ball of fire. A note is left in English, then a second clinic is attacked.
Having not read a Rotenberg before I had zero expectations but was interested in the setting. This time China. Always interested to see what a crime novel reveals about a countries culture. Read no further if you haven't read the story and don't want any spoilers-not that I will outline the story...
TWICE HE NODDED TO the Secret Service guy on the steps and the guy nodded back. Eventually the supervisor’s assistant came out on the front steps looking for the supervisor, as Walter knew he would. “You not doing anything, William?” the guy asked. Walter didn’t bother correcting him but climbed ...
MACMILLAN’S VIDEO OF DECKER’S house collapse then glanced at the small newspaper photo on page twenty-two of the very dead Ratio-Man. He nodded and tossed the paper aside. Henry-Clay smiled. He knew that he was never special. He had no secret talent, he wasn’t blessed with particularly good looks...
Lily sat beside him, her head buried in a fashion magazine she’d bought at the airport. As soon as the plane levelled off, he leaned his forehead against the cool Plexiglass — and drank it in. China. Home. Bands of colour melded into the patterns of intricate tapestries — then into rainbows. Hill...
Later that day Rachel sat down with her son, Malachi, and told him of his father, a wild, red-haired Jew named Maxi. “My father’s name is Maxi,” Malachi said without a hint of comment. “Maxi,” he repeated, “is a fine name—a fine name for a man.” Rachel smiled at her red-haired son, whose rugged H...
His name was Ngalto Chomi and he was a six-foot seven-inch black man from Zaire. He was hacked to bits in an alley off Fu Yu in the old city. The temple gods in their shrine around the corner did him no good. This city simply opened a crack and accepted his soul without a pause in its race toward...
The grey-haired man he’d met once in the cafeteria back in the Wellness Dream Clinic was there. He had an old cello in his hands. “Seth Roberts?” “Yeah. Who are you?” “I’m your doctor, and in a way you’re my doctor.” Seth immediately knew that both statements were true and untrue. It confused him...