Ferrari checked the windows and confirmed that an attempted escape would only result in death ten floors below, then he stepped into the hallway. Lew had adopted an impassive expression, seemingly strengthened by time and distance from the violence and blood, and from Zhang. “Did Wu have anything to do with my kidnapping?” Lew asked Gage. “As far as we know, Ah Ming ordered it directly from the States.” For reasons Gage didn’t understand, Lew sighed as though grateful that it hadn’t been Wu who’d set him up. “We want Ah Ming. We know he was behind the robbery where that boy was killed.” “I had nothing to do with that.” “At this point we can’t prove otherwise.” “I just handle paperwork.” “Somebody had to. How well did you know Ah Tien?” “He managed some affairs for Ah Ming and I managed others. I was shocked to learn he was murdered. I wasn’t involved. I don’t approve of violence.” Gage felt a flush of anger at Lew’s evasion and self-deception.
