Pang wandered off. Jimmy Yau watched him go, and smiled. 'So how come you know Frank?' I said. 'Just business.' 'So - ' 'I'm in import,' he said. 'For?' 'Have you been out to Lantau?' 'Not yet,' I said. 'We specialise in land reclamation. Pumping equipment and pipework.' 'Uh-huh.' I wondered what possible business he had with the Serious Crime Group. Jimmy Yau yawned. 'Want a drink?' Pebbles crunched dully beneath the matting as we walked. He was a big nasty man, in a big nasty suit, and I felt dwarfed and child-like beside him. Fireflies and moths as big as my palm dive-bombed the linen curtain. Jimmy Yau pulled it back for me and we went inside. A bar ran the full length of the tent. Chandeliers hung from the roof, filling the space with creamy light. Below the buzz of conversation came the purr of a petrol-driven generator. A string quartet was assembling itself out of a pile of cases and music stands in the far corner. 'Brandy?' 'Whisky.' 'When in Rome - ' 'I'm afraid brandy makes me sick.' Jimmy Yau shrugged and got me a Glenlivet.
