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White Tiger
Kylie Chan


Dark Heavens, Book One.Emma went to Hong Kong to become a nanny to John Chen’s daughter. But John’s world is different, and he is no ordinary businessman – all the gods, demons and dragons in hell want him dead. And though she doesn’t know it, Emma holds the power to save them all…Kylie Chan's Dark Heavens trilogy is the most exciting Urban Fantasy debut of 2010. Already a smash-hit in the author's native Australia it brings a world of Oriental Gods, martial arts action and romance to the genre.







KYLIE CHAN









White Tiger

DARK HEAVENS

BOOK I

















For my sister, Fiona, my best friend, Alana, and most of all my fantastic kids, William and Madeleine.




Table of Contents


Cover (#ucdc7207b-5aa7-591d-8a8e-9dfacbee369c)

Title Page (#u51a262cf-61f7-506c-96c7-8c639fcc2125)

Dedication (#u8db52836-7a64-5655-9446-edcee535a9e3)

CHAPTER ONE (#u25b310ed-139b-5c95-b5fb-45e3f13e201a)

CHAPTER TWO (#u604fecf3-34bd-5bba-bb51-61e1e31f5a9a)

CHAPTER THREE (#u47375f90-6055-573e-929b-4dae82a19de0)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u34bef9ed-5dcf-557b-8ebe-6d60e4f90b5b)

CHAPTER FIVE (#u7228fe37-5cc9-5fec-8b0b-c17f7baaf253)

CHAPTER SIX (#u48d875ba-7326-5845-afbc-d473004e4af7)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#u5ba7f08e-47ea-5f76-9070-aea715d9af25)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#u18912c24-4160-5917-8bf5-7979e70bb305)

CHAPTER NINE (#u3d7ef128-b543-5e20-af4f-2ad39a08f59b)

CHAPTER TEN (#u20e85949-295d-5b0e-ab6c-51f0c4f17621)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u474ee66a-9196-5e74-968a-4c792ad6e085)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#u4d3011c7-6bd8-56de-97cb-992777693e59)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER TWENTY (#litres_trial_promo)

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About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

The Dark Heavens Trilogy (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ud15e178b-55da-58d7-83d3-070620fa7604)


‘Emma, this is your final warning. If you do not wear a suit to my kindergarten, I will dock your pay.’ Miss Kwok glared at me over her expensive reading glasses. ‘Jeans are not acceptable at any of my kindergartens. More smartly dressed. Remember.’

I didn’t say anything. I just wanted to be out of her office and up to Mr Chen’s place.

‘Your hair is unacceptable as well. You should come with me to the salon. Your hair is messy, you don’t wear make-up – really, Emma, your whole appearance is just not good enough. You should work harder to make yourself more presentable.’

A flood of words hit the back of my throat. I swallowed them all.

‘I have had some complaints from the parents.’ She shuffled the papers on the desk. Her face suggested she was in her early forties – the work of an excellent plastic surgeon – but her hands showed her true age. ‘The parents say you are spending too much time talking with the children and not enough time teaching them the ABCs.’

‘Talking is the best way to learn English,’ I said.

‘Well, make sure they learn their ABCs. They need to be able to recite the alphabet and spell some words to pass the examinations for first grade. They’re here to cram for the best schools, you know that.’

I tried to control my expression as I thought about what I’d like to do to a school that had examinations for entry into first grade.

‘Well?’

I shrugged. ‘It’s your school, Miss Kwok. I’ll do more ABC’s.’

‘I do not like your attitude sometimes, Emma.’ She became more fierce. ‘Oh, and stop wasting the drawing materials. I only budget for one set a year and they’re using them too much.’

I glanced at my watch. ‘Is that all? I’m supposed to be at Mr Chen’s in less than an hour.’

‘How is the work going with Mr Chen?’

‘He’s taken every private spot I have. He’s my only private client now.’

This caught her attention. ‘He is the only client you have outside the kindergarten?’

I nodded.

‘But I gave your number to quite a few people I know. Don’t tell me you’re so lazy you have stopped working for them. You should work until 11 p.m., you make good money. Don’t waste your evenings doing nothing.’

‘As people left Hong Kong and private teaching slots freed up, he took the times. I think he even negotiated with some of the parents to release me so I could look after Simone. Which suits me just fine, really, because she’s the most delightful child I’ve ever worked with.’

She studied me intently. ‘Do you like working for him?’

‘Sure. He’s very nice.’

‘How would you like to earn a little more money?’

‘You already pay me very well, Miss Kwok.’

Her eyes rested heavily on mine. ‘If you tell me about some of his business dealings, the names of the people who go in and out of his house while you’re working there, you could earn even more.’

I stared at her.

‘I could make it very good for you.’

‘No.’

She lifted her head slightly. ‘You will do this for me, Emma.’

‘No,’ I said. ‘I resign.’

‘You can’t resign. You will stay with me.’

‘I’ll have a resignation letter on your desk tomorrow morning.’

She grimaced with exasperation.

I met her eyes and held them. ‘I resign.’

‘Nobody in Hong Kong will pay you as well as I do.’

‘I don’t care,’ I said. ‘I’ll find something.’

‘You have to give me two weeks’ notice,’ she said. ‘You have to continue to work for me for two weeks, Emma.’

‘I feel a sudden bout of the flu coming on,’ I said, then rose and went out without looking back.

My friend, April, was sitting at the computer outside Miss Kwok’s office, with her fiancé, Andy, hovering behind her. April was a lovely Australian-born Chinese who worked as a systems programmer in a bank, but occasionally came in to help with the computers at the kindergarten. She had a soft, kind face framed by shoulder-length hair dyed a rich russet brown.

‘Hi, April, bye, April. Gotta run, I’m late for Mr Chen,’ I said as I hurried past.

‘We going for Thai Saturday?’ April called after me.

I stopped. ‘Yeah. Wan Chai.’

Andy, a slim, well-dressed Chinese guy, glanced unsmiling over the top of April’s head at me. ‘I can’t come,’ he said. ‘I have to be in China. Don’t stay out too late.’

I didn’t like the way Andy looked at me. ‘Oh, that’s too bad,’ I said, trying to sound disappointed.

‘Saturday, then,’ April said, and turned back to the screen. ‘We should do another backup.’

‘As long as we don’t lose any of the data. It’s very important,’ Andy said.

I leaned against the divider in the MTR carriage and mused. Done it again. But I was thoroughly sick of being bullied by Miss Kwok; no amount of money she paid me would compensate.

I shook my head as the carriage swayed through the darkness of the Cross-Harbour Tunnel. I couldn’t believe her nerve, asking me to tell her about Mr Chen’s activities. I knew she had more business interests than just the chain of kindergartens; she was one of the wealthiest women in Hong Kong. People called her the Merry Widow, the Social Godmother. But asking me to spy on my private clients was way over the line.

I sighed. I had a tidy nest egg saved: the combination of Miss Kwok’s excellent salary with the fat cheques I’d received from private clients over the last four years. It’d keep me going for a while. I wasn’t ready to return to Australia and a mundane life in suburbia. At only twenty-eight I felt no great rush to settle into anything boring.

I tried to tidy my hair – as usual my short brown ponytail had come out everywhere. Nobody took any notice of me; I was just an uninteresting Westerner, the only one on the train. Medium height, about five six; slightly overweight. Plain clothes, plain face, plain brown shoulder-length hair. Nothing special at all. But my skills as an English teacher were highly sought after in Hong Kong. I wouldn’t have any trouble finding something new.

Or maybe Singapore. Gifted English teachers were always welcome in Singapore, and the correspondence course I was halfway through could be taken from anywhere in the world.

The train stopped at Admiralty station and I joined the rush onto the platform. I rode the escalator up to ground level and the terminal where I could take a bus to Mr Chen’s apartment on the Peak. The traffic noise and polluted air hit me like a physical force as I walked out of the station. Chinese New Year had just finished – the Year of the Horse in 2002 had begun. The late February weather was cool, but there was a hint of humidity in the breeze that suggested the presence of the stifling summer just around the corner.

Maybe Singapore.

• • •

‘And then the Dark King kissed the Dark Queen and the baby Princess goodbye,’ four-year-old Simone said, moving the Lego figures around on the cream carpet.

‘Why is he the Dark King?’ I said.

‘Because he is, silly Emma.’ Simone leaned forward as she moved the Lego, and her tawny hair fell over her shoulders. Her mother had been European, giving her flawless porcelain skin and light brown eyes. ‘The bad people came, and scared the Dark Queen, and she ran away.’

She made the Queen figure run, until another block – obviously the bad people – smacked into her and she fell. She picked up a white block and flew it over the figures. ‘The White Tiger came to help, but the Dark Queen was already gone. The Dark King came back…’ She returned the Dark King figure. ‘But the Dark Queen was gone, and the King and Princess cried together, and hugged, and promised to look after each other forever and ever.’

‘That’s a really sad story, Simone,’ I said. ‘Let’s bring the Queen back, maybe?’

She shrugged, and appeared to be about to say something, then froze. Her face went blank, then she lit up. ‘Daddy’s home!’

The complicated gears on the metal gate outside the front door clashed, then the lock on the door rattled. Simone leapt to her feet and dashed through the living room. ‘Daddy!’

Mr Chen came in. Simone’s father was in his mid-forties, and tall for a Chinese, at more than six feet. He wore an old-fashioned Chinese cotton jacket and pants, all in black, and moved with restrained power that hinted at hard muscle. He had very long hair, well past his waist, and as usual it had come out from its tie and fallen over his shoulder. He ignored it as he kicked off his shoes.

When he saw Simone, he bent and held a hand out to her. She raced to him with her arms up and he hoisted her easily with one hand, and with the other snapped the sword he’d been carrying into its clips on the wall.

Simone threw her little arms around his neck and kissed him loudly on the cheek. He smiled at her, his dark eyes sparkling, then saw me over her shoulder and nodded, more serious. ‘Miss Donahoe.’

I rose and nodded back to him; I was always careful to treat Chinese employers with respect. Employer. He was the only one left now.

‘And what have you been doing?’ he asked Simone.

‘Ngoh tong Emma–’ Simone began.

‘English, Simone,’ he said with mock ire.

Simone giggled and started again. ‘Me and Emma are playing Lego. We’re having fun.’

‘Good.’ He lowered her carefully. ‘Go and play with Miss Donahoe.’ He turned to the door in the hallway behind him. ‘Monica!’

Monica, the Filipina domestic helper, opened the kitchen door part-way and poked her head out. She saw Mr Chen, threw the door open, and came into the hallway, wiping her hands on a towel. She was short, round and middle-aged, with a kind face. ‘Sorry, sir, didn’t know you were home.’ She saw the Lego strewn on the living room carpet. ‘Sorry about the mess, sir, I’ll clean it up.’

‘Don’t worry about that,’ he said. ‘Make me some noodles while I take a shower. Ho fan, soup, choy sum. Not too much, I may go out again later.’ He stopped and a look of concentration passed across his face. ‘Why is Leo downstairs?’

‘He’s washing the car,’ Monica said. ‘It was very dirty, sir.’

‘Call him on his mobile and tell him to come back up right now,’ Mr Chen said.

Monica disappeared into the kitchen.

Mr Chen turned back to me. ‘How long do you think you can stay, Miss Donahoe?’

‘As long as you like, Mr Chen,’ I said. ‘I resigned from the kindergarten this afternoon, so I don’t need to be in early tomorrow.’

‘You’ve found a new job? You’ll be leaving us?’ he said, concerned.

‘Don’t go, Emma!’ Simone cried.

‘I won’t go, I was just tired of working for Kitty Kwok. I’ll find something else, but don’t worry, I won’t leave you.’

‘Good,’ Simone said, and returned to the Lego.

‘So how long will you need me?’ I said.

He smiled gently. ‘About fifteen years. How about coming here full-time?’ He raised his hand. ‘Wait, don’t answer, let me shower and change first, and then we can talk about it.’ He strode down the hall towards his room.

‘You can stay forever?’ Simone said, wide-eyed with delight.

‘I don’t know, Simone,’ I said. ‘I’ll need to think about it.’

Her little face screwed up with hope. ‘Please say yes.’

The gate and the front door opened and Leo, Mr Chen’s driver, came in. He was a black American, nearly six and a half feet tall and a wall of muscle. He had a spectacularly ugly face, the centrepiece of which was an artistically broken nose, but he had a kind smile and adored Simone.

‘Hi, Leo,’ Simone said.

‘Hi, Simone, Emma.’ Leo kicked off his shoes at the front door then poked his nose into the living room. ‘Where is he?’

‘Having a shower,’ I said.

He nodded.

Simone jumped up from her Lego. ‘Guess what, Leo?’

His small brown eyes sparkled at her. ‘What?’

‘Emma’s going to stay forever.’

Leo glanced sharply at me. ‘Is that right?’

‘No, no,’ I said. ‘He just asked me to go full-time. But I have to think about it.’

Leo came into the living room and towered over us. He crossed his massive arms over his chest. ‘Actually, Emma, it would be a good idea if you came full-time. You’re the best teacher Simone’s ever had.’

‘Thanks, Leo, that means a lot to me.’ I glanced down at Simone’s hope-filled face. ‘I’ll think about it.’

Mr Chen came down the hallway barefoot, towelling his damp hair. He always wore incredibly scruffy clothes at home, and this evening was no exception. His black T-shirt was faded and frayed, and his black cotton pants had a large shredded hole in one knee.

He had unusually dark eyes, nearly black, and the sculpted face of a Southern Chinese, with prominent cheekbones and a strong chin. He pulled the towel from his hair and threw it over one shoulder, then ran one hand through his long hair, tossed it back, and smiled into my eyes.

Suddenly Singapore didn’t seem so good.

Then Mr Chen saw Leo and scowled. ‘You. In here. Now.’ He turned and went into the dining room across the hall without looking back.

Leo bowed his bald head and skulked into the dining room after Mr Chen.

‘Leo’s in big trouble,’ Simone confided to me. ‘My dad’s going to yell at him a lot.’

‘Why? He just washed the car. That’s what a driver does.’

‘He’s not supposed to leave us alone,’ Simone said, deadly serious. ‘We could get hurt.’

‘Hurt? Who by?’

She leaned closer and whispered, ‘Bad people.’

Good god, Leo wasn’t a driver; he was a bodyguard. Kidnapping didn’t happen often, but it did happen; all children of rich families in Hong Kong were targets. Of course Leo was a bodyguard, it was obvious. No wonder Mr Chen was so upset about him leaving us in the apartment alone.

Simone’s eyes were wide. ‘That’s why Daddy carries his sword everywhere. Bad people.’

‘Sword?’ I said.

She pointed towards the sword on its clips next to the front door.

I jerked back with shock. What was he doing running around with a sword in his hand? And why the hell hadn’t I paid the sword any attention before? I had been working part-time there for six months, and I hadn’t thought to question why my employer needed to carry around a sword.

‘Why does he need a sword, Simone?’ I said. ‘Does he work with the movie studios? Or teach martial arts?’

‘Arts.’ Simone shrugged. ‘Stuff. Daddy’s stuff.’

I suddenly realised that I had no idea how Mr Chen made his money, and he was obviously extremely wealthy. He could be involved in organised crime. He didn’t seem like that sort of person to me, but I had to wonder.

‘What kind of stuff does Daddy do?’

Before Simone could answer, the dining room door opened and Leo came out, looking cowed and miserable. He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder. ‘Your turn, Emma. Simone can go to Monica for a bath.’

‘I want Emma to bath me!’ Simone yelled.

‘I have to go and talk to your daddy about working full-time, remember?’

‘Ooh, yes.’ She pushed me towards the dining room. ‘Go and talk to him.’

Mr Chen had tied back his long hair and was checking the mail as he ate a bowl of noodles.

‘Sit, Miss Donahoe.’ He pushed his ho fan noodles aside.

‘Eat,’ I said. ‘You look starving.’

He smiled and his eyes wrinkled up. ‘No, no, it can wait. Full-time. Yes or no?’

‘You haven’t said how much you’ll pay me or what hours I’ll be working, Mr Chen. I can’t decide until you tell me.’

‘Yes, you’re quite right. How about six days a week, live-in, full-time? Sunday off – that’s Monica’s and Leo’s day off. I can probably give you a few extra days off a month as well. Five thousand US a month.’

I fell back slightly. ‘Five thousand US?’

He nodded. ‘I think it’s a generous offer. Room and board as well. Is that acceptable?’

Sixty thousand US a year to be a nanny? I studied him. He seemed genuine. I’d worked for him for six months and he’d been perfectly honourable in his dealings. There was just one question I needed answered.

‘Mr Chen,’ I said, then finished the question in a rush, ‘are you involved in anything illegal?’

He stared at me, his expression completely blank.

‘I mean, is the ICAC likely to burst in with guns and drag you away?’

He stared at me a little longer, then snapped out of it. ‘Nothing I am involved in is illegal. The ICAC could not possibly be interested in me. All of my activities are perfectly legal. I would never put Simone’s happiness in danger.’

‘Why do you have a bodyguard then?’

He watched me silently for a while, then said, ‘Leo protects Simone.’

‘Are there people after you?’

His eyes were very intense. ‘I am powerful. That makes me a target. You don’t need to worry – you will never be in danger if you work for me.’

‘Is that why you carry a sword around? Don’t the police stop you?’

‘I never carry the sword in the street. It stays in the car when I go out.’

I leaned over the dining table. ‘What do you do for a living, Mr Chen?’

His dark eyes looked straight into mine. ‘I will tell you after you’ve worked here for a while. If you decide to stay.’

‘Why wouldn’t I decide to stay?’

He smoothly avoided the question. ‘Will you take the job, Miss Donahoe?’

I hesitated. Sixty thousand US dollars a year, a delightful little girl and a handsome mystery man. How could I say no? ‘Yes.’

He smiled, full of warmth and good humour. ‘When can you start?’

‘I could start tomorrow, but I’d need to sort out my rent first. Oh,’ I said as I remembered, ‘I have to give Miss Kwok two weeks’ notice.’

He waved it away. ‘I know Kitty Kwok. She gave me your number in the first place. I’ll sort it out with her, and I’ll fix it up with your flatmate. You can move in tomorrow if you like. You can live in?’

‘Sure.’

He rose and held out his hand, and I shook it. He had surprisingly cool hands, with hard calluses on his fingers. ‘Leo will help you move your belongings tomorrow,’ he said. ‘Welcome aboard.’

I shook my head as I went down the hall to say goodnight to Simone. Done it again. Two snap decisions in one day. That was a new record, even for me.




CHAPTER TWO (#ud15e178b-55da-58d7-83d3-070620fa7604)


It took me more than an hour on crowded MTR and KCR trains to make it home to Sha Tin. I stopped at the shopping mall under our apartment block to grab some takeout, and when I was home I sat at our tiny four-seater table and pulled the foam box out of the plastic bag. ‘Louise, come and sit down,’ I called. ‘I have news.’ Louise poked her head around the doorway from our minuscule kitchen. ‘Wait till the water boils.’

‘Okay.’ I used the plastic cutlery provided by the fast-food place to attack the baked pork chop on its bed of rice.

Louise came out of the kitchen with a mug of coffee and sat across from me. Her blue eyes sparkled under her short, spiky blonde hair. She was about the same height as me, and Australian like me, but the resemblance ended there. She was thin, blonde, bony and covered in freckles; I was soft and round and not nearly as good-looking. People noticed her and ignored me, and that suited me just fine.

She gestured towards the takeaway box. ‘Where’s mine?’

‘You starve,’ I said. ‘Where’s my tea?’

‘You die of thirst,’ she said. ‘What’s up?’

‘I’m moving in with Mr Chen,’ I said. ‘I’ll be full-time–’

I didn’t have a chance to finish because she flew to her feet and yelled with delight. ‘Way to go, Emma!’

I stared at her.

‘That hunky guy on the Peak? The Chinese widower? The really rich one? What a catch!’

I sighed with exasperation. ‘Full-time, live-in nanny.’

‘Yeah, yeah,’ she said suggestively. ‘I know what you mean.’

‘That’s all it is, Louise. Nanny. That’s all.’

She sat down again. ‘Geez, Emma, can’t you do better than that? You have a freaking degree, girl. Go out and work for a bank or something.’

‘What, like you?’

‘Yeah, like me. I meet heaps of guys in the bank. Lots of traders from Europe. Really cute. What about Miss Kwok?’

‘I already resigned from the kindergarten.’

‘You could do a lot better than being a nanny, Emma. I’m on nearly twenty thousand a month.’

‘I’ll be on five thousand US a month. That’s nearly forty thousand Hong Kong.’

Her mouth dropped open.

‘I’ll be moving out tomorrow,’ I went on.

She shook her head. ‘Okay. Tell me all about it. Will it be just you and him? There is some hope for you, isn’t there?’

‘Me, the bodyguard, Monica the domestic helper, and of course Simone, his daughter.’

‘Bodyguard? Is he cute?’

‘God, Louise, is that all you think about? Leo’s a big black American, lovely guy. But I don’t think he’s into chicks.’

Her eyebrows creased. ‘Wait a minute. Leo, you said? Big American guy? Black?’

‘You know him?’

‘Not personally, but I’ve seen him at the Last Hurrah. Really popular. Knows everybody.’

‘What the hell were you doing at the Hurrah?’ I demanded. ‘You won’t find a date there, none of them are into chicks.’

She shrugged. ‘Sometimes it’s nice to have a quiet drink in a place you won’t be hit on. Scenery’s always good, too.’

‘That sounds like fun. Let me know next time you’re going.’

‘We’ll still go out on the town together, right?’ She was sounding concerned. ‘I mean, we’re going for that Thai meal with April tomorrow night. We can still go out, can’t we?’

‘I don’t think Mr Chen will stop me,’ I said. ‘If he tries to he’ll get a piece of my mind.’

‘I believe it.’ She leaned back. ‘You’ll need to keep paying your half of the rent until I find a new flatmate. But on your salary that won’t be a problem.’

‘I’ll make sure you don’t lose out,’ I said. ‘He said he’ll look after you anyway.’

‘He’d better,’ she growled. Then her face lit up. ‘Way to go, Emma. What a catch.’

‘Nothing there.’

‘Yeah, right. You haven’t stopped talking about this gorgeous man with the long hair since you started working for him.’

I sighed. ‘Yeah, I know, but he’s the employer. Not going to happen. I’m more professional than that.’

‘Geez, you’re cold-blooded.’

‘I wish you people would stop saying that.’

The next morning I sat in the front of the car alongside Leo, who drove me and my stuff up to the Peak in Mr Chen’s monstrous black Mercedes.

‘How long have you worked for Mr Chen?’ I said, making conversation.

‘About six years,’ Leo said, ‘but I worked for Mrs Chen before that.’

‘You always been a bodyguard?’

He glanced at me, then turned back to the road. ‘Done some other things.’

‘Like what?’

He sighed. Then he obviously decided to tell me. ‘In the Navy for a while. Bouncer for a while, but that was really tough, I didn’t like it. Sorta fell into the bodyguard business by accident.’

‘That was nice, what Mr Chen did for Louise. He didn’t need to pay her out for the rest of the year like that.’

‘It was the least we could do, hiring you and having you move out so quickly.’

‘We? You and Mr Chen?’

He glanced away from the road to me. Then grinned as he looked back at the road. ‘Absolutely not.’

I stared incredulously at him and his grin widened.

‘ Absolutely not,’ he emphasised, without looking away from the road. ‘Not Mr Chen.’ He glanced at me again, then turned back to the road. ‘Not Mr Chen.’

‘Okay, okay.’ All right, not Mr Chen.

He was still grinning as he shook his head. He deliberately changed the subject. ‘How long have you been an English teacher?’

‘About four years. I just sorta fell into it when I arrived in Hong Kong,’ I said, intentionally echoing him. ‘Very lucrative, easy work, hours aren’t very long.’

He nodded. ‘Seems to be the way with most people here. Just find themselves doing something after they arrive. Where you from originally?’

‘Australia.’

‘Oh. I hear it’s nice there.’

‘Nice does not begin to describe it,’ I said with feeling. ‘You have no idea. You’ve obviously never been there.’

‘Nope.’

‘What does Mr Chen do for a living?’

Leo watched the road silently.

‘Leo, what does Mr Chen do for a living?’

He grinned at the road. ‘You’ll have to ask him that. I’m just the driver.’

‘Yeah, and I’m the Queen of Sheba.’

The minute I had Mr Chen pinned down I would ask him. I spent a few quiet moments enjoying the delightful concept of having Mr John Chen pinned down. And then I pulled myself together. Keep it professional, Emma.

Leo froze and his eyes glazed over. He continued to drive, but appeared not to be paying any attention to the road.

‘Are you okay, Leo?’

He raised one hand to stop me, still with his eyes unfocused. Then he snapped back and quickly poked the hands-free earpiece for his mobile phone into his ear.

The phone rang and he pressed the button and spoke without hesitation. ‘We’ll be coming into the tunnel very soon, we’re in Kowloon City. I think it’ll be about another thirty, forty minutes, then you can have it, sir. Is that all right? Should I hurry?’

He nodded, listening, then said ‘Sir,’ and hung up.

‘Mr Chen wants the car?’ I said.

Leo glanced at me. ‘Yes. But he’ll wait, no great rush.’

‘So he only has one car?’

‘Yeah, we only need one. There’s only four of us: him, me, Simone and Monica. Most of his staff make their own way. I drive Simone out for her lessons and I take Monica to the market.’ He glanced away from the road and became more serious. ‘After you’ve moved your stuff up there, we’ll go through Simone’s routine. She has lessons outside, and quite a few at home as well, and you’ll be in charge of making sure she gets to them on time.’

‘You’ll need to show me where everything is, as well,’ I said. ‘And make sure you give me a set of keys.’

Leo nodded. ‘Sure. Forgot about that. Tell me if I miss anything, okay?’

‘Okay, Leo.’

Mr Chen’s apartment building was very high on the Peak, much higher than the Peak Tower. When Leo reached the gates at the end of the overgrown drive they swung open and the security guards waved him in.

The building was eleven floors, with two enormous flats to a floor. It wasn’t new, and pollution had turned the light brown tiles dingy grey with patches of mould from the damp. Hong Kong’s clouds come down very low sometimes, swathing the Peak in moisture that makes everything dripping wet both summer and winter.

The view from the building was spectacular. One side overlooked Hong Kong Harbour, which was packed with highrises on both the Hong Kong Island and Kowloon sides. The other side of the building faced south, with a view over the crammed boats in Aberdeen Typhoon Shelter to the ocean stretching beyond.

An open car park surrounded the entrance lobby on the ground floor. Parked cars covered most of the land around the building. Every second one was a huge Mercedes; there were a couple of monstrous Rolls-Royce and a few exotic, extremely expensive European sports cars.

Leo parked the car, and helped me carry my boxes up in the lift to Mr Chen’s apartment.

‘How many square feet is this apartment, anyway?’ I said when we reached the front door.

‘Big enough.’

The front door was a standard wooden one, but as usual in Hong Kong it had a large steel gate in front of it. Leo entered the code for the security gate into the pad next to the wall and opened it outwards. He unlocked the deadbolt on the wooden door and held it open for me.

We kicked off our shoes at the entrance, then Leo led me down the main hall and turned right. He passed the first door and opened the second on the left. ‘This is your room.’

I went in and stopped dead. It wasn’t a room, it was a suite. The huge rectangular space had been divided in two: the first part was a living room with a comfortable leather couch, a small television and a desk with a computer. Further in, the bedroom had a trim modern double bed and a door on each side.

Leo lowered the box he was carrying. He opened one of the doors. ‘This connects with Simone’s room.’ He closed the door and went to the other one. ‘Your bathroom.’

‘I get my own bathroom?’

‘Yep. Anything you need, tell me.’

I looked around. ‘This is terrific. I wasn’t expecting anything as good as this.’ The large picture window overlooked Hong Kong Harbour and the highrises of Kowloon beyond. ‘What a view.’

‘Let me show you around,’ Leo said, ‘and then we’ll get the rest of the boxes.’

‘Thanks.’

He took me out to the hallway, which ran the full width of the apartment, and pointed to the doors on the same side as my room. ‘Mr Chen’s bedroom. Mine. Simone’s. You.’

I nodded.

‘All of ours are the same size; Mr Chen’s is slightly larger,’ he said. He opened the door opposite. ‘This is the music room.’ The room had a piano, a table holding a Chinese musical instrument called a guzheng, which was something like a zither, and a black electric guitar in one corner. ‘Next to the music room, the TV room. The surround sound is really good. You can use it if nobody else is.’

He stopped at the door next to my bedroom and hesitated.

‘What’s in there?’ I said.

‘You might as well know, you’ll be living here. Here goes.’ He opened the door.

At first I thought it was a dance studio. Soft white mats completely covered the floor. One wall was mirrors from the floor to the ceiling.

And then I saw the other wall. A fearsome array of martial arts weapons sat on racks on the floor and hung off hooks on the wall. Swords, staves, chucks, knives, axes, everything.

‘Holy shit,’ I said softly.

Leo crossed his arms in front of his chest. ‘Use language like that in front of Mr Chen and you’ll be out the door before you know it.’

I wandered closer to the weapons. I bent to lift a sword from the rack but Leo put his hand on my wrist to stop me. ‘Don’t touch anything. All of these are extremely sharp and you could easily get hurt. Don’t come in here if the door is closed, or you could be seriously injured,’ he said. ‘Stay out. Okay?’

I nodded. ‘Whatever you say.’

He took my elbow and gently led me out, closing the door behind us. He gestured towards the end of the hall. ‘Mr Chen sometimes has…’ he hesitated, searching for the right word ‘ people come here to learn from him. They stay in two rooms at the end of the hall there. Don’t try to talk to them, they are here to…ah, learn and not socialise. So don’t talk to them, okay?’

I shrugged. ‘Whatever.’

He glowered down at me. ‘I mean it.’

‘I won’t talk to them.’

‘Good.’

He led me back up the hall to the main corridor. ‘Linen closet and powder room on the corner.’ He gestured to the doors on the left, across the hall from the large living room with its twin cream couches and picture windows overlooking the spectacular South side of Hong Kong Island. ‘Mr Chen’s…’ He hesitated again. ‘Study.’

‘Disaster area,’ I said, looking through the open door. He made a soft sound of amusement. ‘I’ve seen some messy offices, Leo, but his absolutely has to win first prize.’

‘I’ll tell him you said that. Dining room next, then the kitchen.’ He took me into the kitchen, past Monica who was cutting up some vegetables on the counter. He led me to the back. ‘Monica’s room’s in the back here. Next to it, the storeroom.’

I went into the storeroom and looked around. Most of the stuff seemed to be poles covered in cloth. An enormous glass jar, easily up to my waist, sat in the corner. It appeared to be full of large black beads, like olives, and had a complicated metal seal. I bent to study it, curious.

‘Don’t touch that!’ Leo grabbed my arm and pulled me away. ‘Don’t ever go near that. If you open it, it could kill you.’ He released my arm. ‘Don’t ever go anywhere near that.’

‘What the hell’s it doing here if it’s toxic?’ I said. ‘Simone could get into it.’

‘She knows better, and now so do you,’ he said. ‘Stay away.’

‘What is it? It looks like preserved fruit.’

‘I think you’ve seen enough.’ He closed the door behind us after we went out of the storeroom. ‘We’ll bring up the rest of your boxes, and then, if you don’t mind, we’ll go through Simone’s schedule. She’s a very busy little girl.’

‘Sure.’

After dropping the boxes in my room, Leo led me into the dining room. It had a round rosewood twelve-seater table and a rosewood side table. A couple of fluid ink paintings adorned the walls.

He went out and came back with a large folder bulging with coloured paper. He thumped it onto the table between us. ‘Thank God you’re handling this now – this schedule is enough to drive anybody crazy.’

He opened the folder and handed me the papers one at a time. ‘Chinese lessons. Violin. Piano.’ He put one paper aside. ‘Not singing any more. You’re here full-time, so no English either.’ He raised a pink piece of paper and studied it, expressionless. ‘Ballet. Damn.’

‘What?’

He put the paper on the table, then ran his hand over his bald head, finally dropping his hand onto the table with a slap. ‘Please don’t be too freaked out by this, Emma.’

‘Freaked out?’

‘Ballet is in Central. You’ve worked out that I’m a bodyguard. Okay. I’ll take you down in the car and wait. You are not to take her anywhere without either me or Mr Chen along. It’s because of who her dad is.’

‘Who is he?’

Leo smiled slightly. ‘Don’t take her on public transport. She must be driven by me or Mr Chen, and one of us must be with her at all times to guard her. I know it sounds strange, but her safety is paramount.’

‘Who’s after her?’

Leo pushed the papers over to me. ‘And that’s all. Oh,’ he said, suddenly remembering, ‘she goes out to Lo Wu on Saturday mornings to ride a pony. Any questions?’

I studied the huge stack of papers on the table. ‘I thought he was paying me well. Now I think he’s not paying me enough.’

‘Don’t worry, as long as one of us is with you, you’ll be perfectly safe.’

‘Tell me, Leo.’

‘Right now, just settle in, get the feel for the job. I’ll tell you more later.’

‘Promise?’

He smiled. ‘Promise. Mr Chen teaches her Wu shu as well – he’ll tell you when they have a session. Drop her off in the training room, come back half an hour later…easy.’

‘What’s Wu shu?’

‘Martial arts. Kung fu. Ask her to show you; she’s really cute.’

‘It’s normal for children to learn off their parents, isn’t it?’

‘If there’s a family tradition, then it’s absolutely expected. He teaches me too.’

‘Mr Chen learnt from his father?’

‘What an interesting idea,’ he said. ‘But I don’t think so.’

‘Leo?’ I tapped on his bedroom door.

‘Come on in, Emma.’

Leo sat at his desk reading a website on his computer.

I raised the pile of books. ‘Someone left these on the desk in my room.’

‘Oh.’ He spun in his chair to face me. ‘The last nanny must have left them there. You can have them if you want.’

‘This one looks valuable,’ I said, indicating the large illustrated compendium of Chinese gods.

He shrugged. ‘Keep ’em.’

I shrugged as well. ‘Okay. I’m interested in Chinese mythology, anyway. I go with my friend April when she has festival stuff to do, it’s really interesting.’

That caught his attention. ‘You’re interested in the Chinese gods?’

‘Yeah.’ I raised the books again. ‘This is a good collection. I borrowed some of these from the library before.’

He turned back to his computer. ‘Definitely keep them then. They’ll be useful.’

‘How come all the furniture’s new? Even though there was someone there before?’

‘Just is,’ Leo said.

I shrugged again. ‘Whatever.’

When I returned to my room I put the books on the desk and did an internet search on John Chen. It was a very common name and produced more than a million hits. When I narrowed it with his address, ‘One Black Road, Peak’, I found a news story in the English newspaper, a translation of an article in one of the Chinese tabloids. Apparently Mr Chen’s building was widely considered to be haunted because many people had seen dragons flying around the top floor. The reporter had asked the opinion of a number of local experts in the supernatural. Three said it was because the building was cursed; two said it was because the building had exceptionally good luck; and one said it was the spirit of a dragon that had died when the building was constructed.

I shrugged, and opened the large compendium of Chinese gods. It was a good one; the introduction explained how Chinese mythology was a mishmash of Confucian precepts, Taoist alchemy and Buddhist philosophy. All three religions existed side by side in Chinese society (although Confucianism was widely regarded as a set of social rules rather than a true religion). Confucianism had sets of gods that were rather like saints: deified humans. Buddhism taught reincarnation and karma, and the eternal search for freedom of the soul and attainment of Nirvana; but there were also Buddhist gods who returned to Earth to help people attain Nirvana themselves.

I found Taoism the most interesting. Taoism’s basic principle was similar to Buddhism, in the search for the Tao, or the Way, and attainment of Immortality, something similar to Nirvana. But Taoism also taught a variety of ways to gain Immortality, including physical and elemental alchemy and magic.

I put the book down and returned to unpacking the last of my stuff from the boxes. I didn’t really have much to show for my four years in Hong Kong; I’d never had space to store very much in any of the places I’d lived. But it looked as though my life had taken a turn for the better: a tremendously attractive employer and his daughter, who was a delight to be with.




CHAPTER THREE (#ud15e178b-55da-58d7-83d3-070620fa7604)


Later in the afternoon the door slammed and Simone yelled, ‘Is Emma here?’

I went out to find them taking their shoes off at the front door, Simone and Mr Chen together. He hadn’t taken his sword, he’d left it on its hooks near the front door. Simone carefully put her little shoes in the shoe cupboard, then did the same for her father. He watched her with delight, then smiled at me. He looked right into my eyes, and for a split second those gorgeous dark eyes hypnotised me; then Simone charged to tackle me, nearly knocking me over.

‘Hello, Emma!’ she yelled. ‘Are you here all the time now?’

I bent and picked her up, warm with pleasure at the thought of being full-time with her. ‘Yes, sweetheart, I’m all yours.’

She threw her little arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. Then she rested her forehead against mine and looked seriously into my eyes. ‘Good.’

She wriggled out of my arms and took my hand. ‘Have you seen everything?’

‘Yes I have, Simone. Leo showed me around.’

She screwed up her face. ‘I’m hungry.’

‘Dinner will be soon, Simone, don’t ruin your appetite,’ Mr Chen said from the doorway where he was watching us with amusement. ‘Did Leo tell you about meals, Miss Donahoe?’

‘No, sir.’

‘When I am home at dinner time, we’ll have a family dinner together – me and Simone, you and Leo. We can discuss what we’ve done during the day. Is that acceptable?’

‘Sure,’ I said. ‘Will I be able to go out occasionally? I’m supposed to be having dinner with some friends this evening. I usually go out on Saturday night.’

‘Of course. We don’t want to impinge too much on your private life. If you want to have dinner with someone outside, of course, go.’

Louise didn’t bring a guy along for me for a change. She seemed to know every unattached male in Hong Kong and constantly set me up. Sometimes it worked and I would spend a few months in a pleasant casual relationship; sometimes it didn’t and I was left to my own devices. Either way suited me just fine. I couldn’t keep a relationship in Hong Kong for long anyway; people were always coming and going.

We all drank far too much and stayed well past our welcome in the Thai restaurant in Wan Chai, but we continued to order food so the staff tolerated us.

‘You should go and see Miss Kwok,’ April said. ‘You should have talked to me if you were unhappy there. She’s very upset that you left.’

‘Of course she’s upset.’ I sipped my beer. ‘She’ll lose half the kids without me working there.’

Louise’s blue eyes sparkled. ‘Don’t go back to working for that bitch, Emma. You can do better.’

April was offended. ‘Don’t be mean. Miss Kwok is a nice person. She’s very rich; you should respect her.’

‘You’re just saying that because your fiancé’s related to her,’ Louise said. ‘She doesn’t even pay you to fix the computers at the kindergarten.’

‘How is Andy anyway?’ I said, attempting to change the subject.

‘The wedding’s all planned – we’ll have it with my family in Sydney.’ April was obviously happy. ‘I’m looking forward to it. My family is so pleased. Andy’s family are very wealthy. Very prestigious.’

‘God,’ Louise said under her breath.

‘When is it?’ I tried to appear interested, but I agreed with Louise. Andy was always perfectly polite to us but there was something about him that I just didn’t like.

‘Next month.’ April leaned back and smiled with satisfaction. ‘It was easy to get a ceremony on a good day in Australia. The date will be very auspicious.’

‘God,’ Louise whispered again.

April didn’t seem to hear her. ‘I’m going to the temple tomorrow to get the…’ she hesitated, searching for the English word, ‘blessing from the ancestors.’

‘Which temple?’ I said, interested.

‘The one in Pokfulam.’

‘The one in the cemetery?’ Louise said.

April nodded.

‘Can I come along and have a look?’ I said.

April shrugged. ‘Sure. Not much to see, though, just tablets. Ancestors and stuff.’

‘What time?’

‘After yum cha. About twelve, one.’

‘Can I meet you there?’

April nodded, then leaned forward and rapped her fingertips on the table. ‘You should go back to Miss Kwok, Emma. She says she needs you at the kindergarten. Go ask the fortune sticks. They’ll tell you that you should stay with her.’

‘I already have a new job.’

‘But you only resigned yesterday,’ April said.

‘She moved out today,’ Louise said. ‘Fastest damn thing I’ve ever seen.’

‘You’ll be live-in?’ April said.

‘Yep,’ I said. ‘Live-in nanny.’

‘You can do better than that, Emma. Go back to Miss Kwok.’

‘You kidding?’ Louise said. ‘Nearly forty thousand a month, living with this gorgeous rich dude? I’d do it in a second.’

‘Strictly professional.’

‘Yeah, right.’

‘Forty thousand a month?’ April said, shocked. ‘Yep,’ Louise said.

April scowled. ‘Everybody will think that you are more than nanny if he pays you that much.’

‘I don’t care,’ I said.

‘Geez, you’re definitely the most cold-blooded chick I’ve ever met, Emma,’ Louise said. ‘Don’t even care.’

‘Don’t be mean,’ April said. ‘Emma is a lovely person.’

I raised my beer. ‘Oh, no, April, I think I’m the most cold-blooded chick I’ve ever met too.’

Louise snorted with amusement. ‘Sure you are. Look at how you adore his little girl. You have a soft spot for kids, Emma, don’t deny it.’

‘This one is special,’ I said, studying my beer. ‘She always worries about everybody else. She was really concerned that other children were missing out because I was spending all my time with her. She felt guilty about hogging me.’

‘Yeah, she’s a perfect little angel.’

‘In this case, I think she really is.’

It was very late when I arrived back at the apartment building on the Peak. I hopped out of the taxi and it reversed away down the drive. I walked up to the gates, waved to the security guards and they opened the pedestrian gate for me.

I saw the lights and turned. Another taxi pulled up. A smart-looking young European stepped out of the car, and Leo came out the other side. Leo stopped when he saw me, then walked up the drive to the gates.

I held the gate open for them. Leo didn’t say anything, just nodded to me and went through.

‘Hi, I’m Emma, a friend of Leo’s,’ I said to the young man.

‘Hello.’ He held his hand out and I shook it. He was quite good-looking, tall, blond and slender. Looked to be in his mid-thirties, about the same age as Leo. He had a definite American accent. ‘Rob.’

Leo walked in front of us and opened the ground-floor door to the lift lobby.

We all entered the lift together.

‘You live here too?’ Rob said.

‘Yep, I’m the nanny.’

Leo gazed at the numbers above the lift door without saying a word.

‘It’s really humid,’ Rob said.

‘Yeah. Summer’s here, all right.’

‘You been in Hong Kong long?’ Rob said.

‘About four years,’ I said. ‘But I never get used to the humidity in the summer.’

‘Are you English?’

‘No, Australian.’

The lift doors opened and the three of us entered the lobby of the eleventh floor. Leo unlocked the gate and opened the front door for us. We went in and removed our shoes at the front entrance, then walked together down the hall towards the bedrooms.

I stopped at my bedroom door. ‘Nice to meet you, Rob. Night, Leo.’

Rob nodded and smiled, and followed Leo to his room. Leo still didn’t say a word.

I went into my room, carefully closed the door, and collapsed onto my bed laughing.

‘Emma?’

I stopped laughing. I’d woken Simone.

I opened the door between our bedrooms a crack. ‘Sorry, sweetheart. I woke you up.’

Simone sat up in her bed, her face swollen with sleep and her honey-coloured hair tangled around her head. ‘Oh. Okay. Can you sit with me while I go back to sleep?’

I slipped in and sat next to her on the bed. ‘Did you have a nightmare?’

Simone slid under the covers and rolled onto her side. ‘Leo brought his boyfriend home again,’ she said. ‘He’s funny.’

I rubbed her back under the covers.

‘I’m glad he has someone to love,’ she said, her voice sleepy. ‘It makes him happy.’

‘I’m glad too,’ I said softly.

‘Bad people take away the people you love.’ She curled up into a ball. ‘I hate the bad people.’

‘I’m here,’ I said softly, at a loss. I wondered what had happened to her mother. All I knew was that she had died. I opened my mouth to ask and closed it again.

Simone sighed under the covers. ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if there were no bad people? If nobody had to be scared of them any more? If Daddy didn’t have to stay here and get hurt all the time to look after me, if he could go back to his Mountain and be happy, like he used to? Before–’ She choked it off, then her voice dropped to a whisper. ‘Before the bad people came. We had a lot of fun. He did lots of secret stuff all the time, and we laughed.’

‘What secret stuff?’

‘You have to ask Daddy. I’m not allowed to tell you.’ Her voice filled with her cheeky smile. ‘Both Leo and Daddy said I’m not allowed to tell you, so you have to ask. Ask them about the secret stuff, it’s really fun.’ Then her voice saddened again. ‘I just wish we could have the secret stuff, and all of us together again, and no more bad people…and…’

She sighed and curled up tighter. ‘Ask Daddy. I’ll be okay now, Emma, you go to sleep. I’m sorry I made you come in. Go to sleep, and we’ll have fun tomorrow, you and me. I’m glad you came to look after me. We’ll have fun.’

‘Yes, we will,’ I said, still stroking the covers. ‘I can stay here until you fall asleep.’

‘Ask Daddy,’ she said, almost a whisper, then her breathing softened and deepened into sleep.

A taxi pulled into the lay-by outside the temple the next afternoon and April stepped out holding a large plastic shopping bag. She saw me and waved.

‘What’s in the bag?’ I said.

‘Stuff for the ancestors. So they bless my marriage and make it good. I’ll put it in front of the tablets.’

‘The ancestral tablets?’

She nodded a reply.

I stopped at the front gate to the temple and grinned. The wrought-iron fence and gate had swastikas worked into the metalwork. They were the reverse direction from the Nazi swastika, but still recognisable, picked out in red paint against the black fence.

I pointed at one. ‘In the West, that’s a symbol of Nazi Germany and sort of…’ I searched for the word. ‘Bad.’

April looked at the fence, bewildered. ‘What is?’

I outlined the swastika on the gate with my finger. ‘This symbol.’

She shook her head. ‘It’s just good luck.’

‘Do you know anything about the Nazi regime in Germany? Hitler?’

She hesitated, thinking, then said, ‘Hitler was a great European General, right? He conquered most of Europe.’

I suppressed the laugh. ‘That’s one way of describing him. He tried to kill a whole race of people.’

She shrugged. ‘I don’t know anything about that. We didn’t do much European history in school.’

‘Didn’t you go to school in Australia?’

‘No, I went to Australia to study IT at university, then got citizenship, then took my parents out there after Tiananmen.’

She pressed the intercom button next to the gate and it unlocked for us. We went inside.

The temple sat on top of the Pokfulam hill, overlooking the steeply terraced cemetery that led down to the sea below us. A few highrises were scattered at the base of the hill, mostly inhabited by expatriates who didn’t care about the bad fung shui of living near the cemetery.

April led me past the main hall and towards the steps down to the tablet rooms.

‘What’s in the main hall?’ I said, pointing towards three huge statues inside.

‘The Three Big Gods,’ April said. ‘You know, the gods in charge of everything.’

‘This is a Taoist temple, right?’

She hesitated for a moment, then said, ‘Just a temple.’

‘But the Three Big Gods are Taoist?’

‘I don’t know,’ April said. ‘They’re just the big Gods, but they’re different from the Buddha, so I suppose they are.’ She moved closer and whispered, ‘It’s all just old people’s superstition anyway, but it’s important to worship the ancestors, otherwise they get mad at you and you get bad luck. And I want good luck for my marriage.’

We went down the steep steps to the tablet rooms at the back of the temple. Dark green and brown mosaic tiles covered the floor and walls, with a bare painted concrete ceiling. A family sat on grimy vinyl couches to one side, folding squares of gold paper into the shape of ancient gold bars and stuffing them into paper sacks.

‘Funeral,’ April whispered, and passed the people without glancing at them again.

The rest of the offerings were ready for the funeral in the main hall of the tablet rooms. A house stood in the middle of the hall, about two metres high, made of flimsy bamboo bracing and covered with paper. It had three storeys, with tiny air conditioners in the windows and a mah jong table in one room. A male and a female servant and a guard dog stood in the front garden. Next to the house was a Mercedes, with a driver made of paper, and stacked next to the car was a variety of day-to-day necessities, all made out of paper: a portable stereo, a mobile phone, clothes, a television, a tea set with a vacuum flask for the hot water, and more servants. The whole lot was waiting for the main funeral ceremony, when it would be thrown into the furnace in the garden next to the tablet rooms and burned. The essence would travel to heaven for the use of the dead relative.

April moved to the next room. The walls were lined with glass-fronted cabinets, with rows upon rows of ancestral tablets inside, rising all the way to the ceiling. There must have been a thousand of them. One wall had larger tablets for the more wealthy, but April’s ancestors inhabited one side cabinet and were smaller. The tablets were each about ten centimetres high and five wide, made of red plastic. The name of the ancestor was in raised lettering picked out in gold.

A large laminated dining table sat in front of the tablets, with an incense burner holding a stick of incense and a red plastic plate of oranges on it. The room smelled strongly of incense, and the ceiling was black with smoke.

While April fiddled around placing plates of oranges, apples and roast pork and chicken on the table, I wandered around the temple, carefully avoiding the grieving family and their paper-folding.

Another table with a cabinet above it stood next to one of the temple’s peeling mouldy walls, under a heavily barred window. The table and cabinet were packed full of statues of gods, many of them an identical statue of a woman in flowing robes carrying an urn.

A small elderly man, one of the temple attendants, approached me, grinning broadly. They obviously didn’t get many Westerners in this temple, it wasn’t on the main tourist route.

‘Who is this?’ I said, pointing at the goddess statue.

He shook his head, still grinning. No English. I asked in Cantonese, ‘Nidi hai binguo?’ and he nodded. ‘Kwan Yin.’

‘Ah, m’goi,’ I thanked him. Kwan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy, a Bodhisattva of the Buddhist faith who had attained Nirvana and then returned to Earth to help others achieve the same goal. The book in my room was good: its picture of Kwan Yin was almost identical to the statue.

The attendant pointed to a fierce-looking, red-faced god holding a halberd, a broadsword blade on the end of a pole. ‘Gwun Gong.’

I nodded, recognising the statue. The God of Justice was worshipped throughout Hong Kong, with altars in shops and restaurants as a protector against demons and bad luck.

Then I saw a statue in the corner whose image resonated with me, making me shiver. It was a small statue of a middle-aged man with long wild hair and black robes. He held a sword in his hand, ready for battle, and his bare feet rested on a snake and a turtle. ‘Nidi binguo?’

The attendant nodded wisely. ‘Pak Tai.’

‘On Cheung Chau?’ I asked, naming the outlying island that had a temple devoted to Pak Tai and was a popular tourist destination.

He nodded, grinning widely.

‘M’goi sai.’

‘M’hai,’ he said, and wandered off.

I studied the statue for a while, wondering why it made me feel a prickle at the back of my neck. It was simply decorated in black, unlike many of the Kwan Yin statues which were awkwardly splashed with a variety of garish colours and picked out in gold. I shrugged. I’d look him up in the book later.

When I returned to April she had finished kneeling on the cushion provided and bowing to her ancestors with the incense in her hands, and was putting the food back into her bag.

‘Do you know anything about Pak Tai?’ I said.

‘He has a temple on Cheung Chau,’ she said.

‘What else?’

She shrugged. ‘I think he has something to do with water, or rain, or something. Not sure. Let’s go to Central for afternoon tea.’

‘Sure.’

As we walked back through the temple’s courtyard I noticed a small concave mirror above the main entrance, with the eight Pa Kua symbols around it in a red octagonal frame. Demons couldn’t stand to see their own reflection, so the mirror was a barrier to them approaching the temple. The large screen just inside the door of the temple was another demon barrier: demons were well known to be unable to turn corners and could only move in straight lines.

‘Kwan Yin is a Buddhist icon. Why’s she in a Taoist temple?’ I asked April as we waited at the taxi rank for a passing cab.

‘She looks after people. If you buy a statue of her and donate it to the temple, you get good luck,’ April said.

‘Old people’s superstition?’ I said playfully, teasing.

She shrugged again. ‘Can’t hurt to get a little extra good luck.’

After dinner, back in my room I checked the Chinese gods compendium for Pak Tai and was referred to H’suantian Shangdi. Pak Tai was his name in Cantonese, the dialect spoken in Hong Kong and Southern China. In Northern China and in the standard Mainland dialect of Putonghua, he was called Xuan Tian Shang Di, the Supreme Emperor of the Dark Northern Heavens. There were a variety of legends about him, many of them conflicting, but he was credited with controlling weather and destroying demons, and he was also the Supreme Warrior and God of Martial Arts.

A fascinating deity. The book described his exploits at length; apparently one of the Chinese classics of literature was his story, how he had lived through more than a hundred incarnations before achieving Nirvana and being promoted to Heavenly Emperor.

I could see why he resonated with me now. The similarities between him and Mr Chen were obvious. Both in black, both with long hair, both involved with martial arts. Mr Chen probably took Xuan Tian as a role model to the point of making his appearance similar. I wondered if I should be concerned about this obvious piece of eccentricity, but Mr Chen was too delightful a person to let it worry me too much. He was as generous and caring as his daughter, and both of them were great fun to be with.

Simone squealed and water splashed in her bathroom next to my room. I closed the book. I hadn’t even heard them come back. I wanted to go in and see them, maybe help with Simone’s bath and putting her to bed. They were in there together, father and daughter, both of them adorable.

Then I shook my head. Keep it professional, Emma, and besides, it’s Sunday, the only day they can have some private time together without the rest of us hanging around.

I opened the book again to find out more about Xuan Tian Shang Di. Maybe there was information about him on the net as well.




CHAPTER FOUR (#ud15e178b-55da-58d7-83d3-070620fa7604)


Simone was still sleeping when I headed to the kitchen for breakfast on Monday morning. Monica was busily frying eggs for Leo as he sat at the small kitchen table nursing his coffee. He didn’t look up from his coffee as I walked in, but the expression on his face was priceless.

I found a mug in the cupboard and poured myself a cup of tea from the urn on the kitchen bench. ‘Can I make you anything, Miss Donahoe?’ Monica said. ‘Just Emma, Monica, and I can make my own toast, thanks. Does Mr Chen have peanut butter?’

‘Yeah, in the pantry,’ Leo mumbled into his coffee. ‘But no bread, nobody eats bread here. Monica will have to buy it for you.’

‘I’ll buy you bread, Emma,’ Monica said. ‘Milk bread?’

‘No, wholemeal if you can get it, please.’

Monica nodded. ‘I’ll see if I can find it in the Western supermarket when I buy food for Leo.’

‘Yeah, Leo has exotic tastes,’ I said, then sat at the table next to him and grinned. He looked as if he’d like to climb into his coffee cup. ‘Does Mr Chen know about your nocturnal activities?’ I asked.

He studied his coffee carefully. ‘He’s caught me too.’

‘And he’s okay with it?’ Sometimes Chinese tradition wasn’t very accepting.

‘Yeah, he’s okay.’ He smiled up at me. ‘Actually, he’s great.’

‘Does Rob have a brother?’

Leo shoved me playfully. Then he became more serious. ‘He’s okay with you bringing people home, but you have to check with me first. Call me on my cell phone and I’ll clear them before they come in.’

I stared at him.

‘I have to, you know?’

I shrugged. ‘Yeah, okay. But the way my social life is right now, I’d be lucky to bring home a stray dog.’

‘That is way too much information.’

I leaned over the table. ‘So tell me, what’s the big secret?’

He looked piercingly at me for a moment, then down at his coffee again. ‘Can we wait a while before we talk about it? Until you’ve decided that you really want to stay?’

‘Okay. So what does Mr Chen do for a living?’

He turned the coffee cup in his hands, then nodded thanks to Monica as she put a huge plate of greasy eggs and ham in front of him. ‘That’s part of the “later” thing too.’

‘What’s the thing he has with Xuan Tian Shang Di?’

Monica dropped the frying pan into the sink and froze completely.

Leo looked sharply at me and opened his mouth to say something, then relaxed when Simone came in. She was still in her little Hello Kitty pink nightshirt, her hair mussed from sleep. She hugged Leo and kissed him on the cheek, and he wrapped one huge arm around her and kissed her back.

She came to me and kissed me too. ‘Good morning, Emma.’

‘Good morning, sweetheart.’

‘What are we going to do today?’

‘Well, yesterday I bought some paints and paper and scissors and glue and stuff, so I thought we might make things today.’

Simone lit up as she pulled herself onto her chair. ‘Really? We can make things? And paint?’

I nodded. ‘And then if Leo doesn’t have to go anywhere, we’re going to teach him how to play snap.’

Simone squealed with delight. ‘Are you going anywhere today, Leo?’

‘I’m taking Monica to the market this morning, but after that I can play while Mr Chen goes out to a meeting,’ Leo said, his deep voice warm with pleasure.

‘Mr Chen’s going to a meeting?’ I said.

Leo nodded. ‘He’ll be back after that and he’ll spend the afternoon in the training room.’

‘Guarding his energy?’ Simone said.

Leo frowned and shook his head.

Simone’s little face fell. ‘Sorry.’

Leo took her hand and squeezed it. ‘Yes. Then he’ll teach you at three o’clock, and Emma can take a break.’

Simone lit up again, and turned to me with a broad smile. ‘It’s going to be so fun having you here, Emma.’

‘I think so too, sweetheart,’ I said.

‘Gin,’ Simone said triumphantly and laid her cards on the table.

Leo threw his cards down. ‘Not fair, you keep beating me.’

‘Leo.’ Simone bent forward, her little face intense. ‘Please stop letting me win, it’s not fair. It’s not fair on you and it’s not fair on me. I don’t want to win all the time, and it makes you sad when you lose.’

Leo grinned broadly. ‘You know what, Simone?’

‘What?’

He bent to look mischievously at her. ‘I’m not letting you win at all.’

Her little eyes unfocused for a second, then went wide. ‘You’re telling the truth!’

He leaned back, still grinning. ‘That’s right. You’re winning fair and square.’

Simone giggled and patted his arm. ‘Then I have to let you win sometimes, silly Leo.’

I gathered the cards together. ‘Didn’t you just say that it’s not fair to let someone win, Simone?’

Simone’s eyes unfocused again for a moment. ‘Miss Lee is here.’

I checked my watch. ‘No, she isn’t due for another ten minutes or so.’

Monica tapped on the door and opened it. ‘Piano teacher’s here, Emma. She’s in the music room waiting for Simone.’

Simone sighed. ‘I’d rather play with you and Leo.’

I looked at her. ‘Remember what I said, Simone. If you ever want to give up piano or violin because it’s not fun any more, you just say so. Your dad doesn’t want you doing anything you don’t enjoy.’

Simone pulled herself to her feet. ‘No, I like playing the piano, it’s fun. It’s just that the practice gets a bit boring sometimes.’

‘I have a session with Mr Chen in the training room,’ Leo said, and rose to tower above me.

Simone’s eyes unfocused again. ‘Yep, he’s waiting for you, doing katas.’

‘Wait.’ I raised one hand. ‘You know where your dad is without looking, Simone? And you knew Miss Lee had arrived?’

‘I have to go to piano lesson, Emma,’ Simone said cheekily. ‘Ask Leo.’

Leo moved to the doorway. ‘Ask me about it later, Emma.’

I snorted with exasperation. ‘When later?’

‘Oh…’ He waved one hand airily. ‘In about three weeks?’ He turned and went out, still grinning.

I slapped my forehead with the deck of cards and put them back into the box.

After I’d tidied the rest of Simone’s toys I went up the hall to the kitchen to get a cup of tea.

The door to the training room was ajar and I stopped to peer in without being seen. Leo and Mr Chen were there together. Only glimpses of them were visible as they moved around the room, but their reflections appeared in the mirrored wall as well.

Leo had a sword, and he fiercely attacked Mr Chen with it. Mr Chen was unarmed and I felt a jolt of concern for him, then saw with relief after a couple of minutes that he had no difficulty at all evading Leo’s attacks; he even managed to strike Leo a few times.

Leo moved with the grace of a cat. He was extremely fast and flexible for such a big guy.

But Mr Chen would have made a cat look clumsy. He was magnificent. He moved so fast he was a blur. His long hair flew behind him as he spun and kicked Leo in the abdomen, knocking him flat and spinning the sword out of his hand.

Leo pulled himself to his feet. ‘What level would that have been equivalent to?’

‘Forty,’ Mr Chen said.

‘Damn.’ Leo retrieved the sword. ‘I need to be able to take at least up to sixty. What if a Mother comes after her?’

‘You are human, Leo,’ Mr Chen said. ‘You have human limitations.’ He saw me watching through the gap in the doorway and his face went rigid. He came to the door and closed it with a click.

I wandered back towards my room, deep in thought. Leo was human?

About two weeks later, two teenagers turned up to learn from Mr Chen. They were about sixteen years old, a Chinese boy and a European girl. I didn’t see them arrive; it was as if they’d always been there. I couldn’t get a single word out of either of them when I tried to talk to them; they both pointedly ignored me.

After they’d been there a couple of days, sharing meals with us and still not talking to me, Leo pulled me aside. ‘Stop talking to them.’

‘I was just being friendly.’

He grimaced. ‘They’ve given up a lot to learn off Mr Chen. It’s the most important thing in the world for them. And they’ve been told that if they talk to you, they’re out.’

‘What?’

‘They’re here to learn, Emma. Leave them alone. If either of them says a single word to you, they’ll lose it all.’

‘That’s not fair.’

‘That’s the way it is. Stop trying to talk to them; you’ll only get them into trouble. Okay?’

I shrugged. ‘I don’t think it’s very fair, but okay, if that’s what everybody wants.’

‘It is.’

‘Going to tell me how they fit into the big secret?’

‘Nope,’ he said, and gestured down the hallway. ‘Simone’s waiting for you to bath her and read her a story.’

I poked him in the chest with my finger. ‘You will tell me what’s going on here, Mr Alexander.’

‘Yes, I will, Miss Donahoe, but not right now.’

I snorted with exasperation and stomped off to Simone’s room.

‘Can you tell me anything at all about what your dad does, Simone?’ I said as I tucked her in and pulled out her favourite storybook. ‘When he’s at home, he’s either locked in the training room or in his office. I hardly see him to ask him. And Leo won’t tell me.’

‘I promised them I wouldn’t,’ Simone said, snuggling further under the quilt. ‘You have to ask them.’

I sighed. ‘I want to know what’s going on.’

‘I want you to know too. None of the aunties and uncles can come over ’cause you don’t know about them. I miss Uncle Bai. We can’t do any of the special fun stuff. Daddy even had a big argument with Leo about getting the students in ’cause Leo said they’d do something special and you’d see it.’

‘What sort of special stuff can they do?’

She shook her head with a small smile. ‘I promised.’

When Simone was sleeping I went up the hallway to the kitchen and stopped. The door to the training room was glowing; a golden light leaked around it.

Mr Chen charged out of the dining room, threw open the door of the training room and slammed it shut behind him.

The light blinked off and I heard excited voices inside, but couldn’t understand what they were saying.

Mr Chen came back out, and stopped when he saw me. ‘Is Simone all right, Miss Donahoe?’

‘I just put her to bed. I was going to the kitchen for a cup of tea.’

He nodded and continued up the hall towards the dining room.

The two teenagers came out of the training room. The girl was helping the boy; he was leaning heavily on her. His face was ashen. They moved away from me, not noticing my presence behind them.

‘Go and rest,’ she said.

‘I can’t believe I did it,’ he said. ‘After trying for so long. Finally.’

‘You must recentre it.’ She helped him to the end of the hall. ‘Don’t want to kill yourself now that you’ve finally gained the skill.’

‘Did you hear what the Dark Lord said?’

‘Which part?’ She was obviously amused. ‘The part about trying it alone again and he’ll throw you out, or the part about being one of the best energy students he’s had in a while?’

They turned to go into the student rooms, saw me and clammed up completely.

I stood speechless, wondering. She’d called him the Dark Lord. One of the titles for Xuan Tian Shang Di was the Dark Lord of the Northern Heavens.

I returned to my room and flipped open the book. I referred to another one. Yep, definitely Dark Lord.

No way.




CHAPTER FIVE (#ud15e178b-55da-58d7-83d3-070620fa7604)


Over the next few months the weather grew hotter and the Hong Kong summer arrived. I had to keep my air conditioner on day and night to stay comfortable. Monica replaced my traditional silk bed quilt with a lighter polyester-filled ‘air-con’ quilt.

I was still enjoying Mr Chen’s and Simone’s company, although I didn’t see as much of him as I would have liked. Leo’s promise of telling me about Mr Chen’s ‘secret’ in three weeks had stretched into a vague ‘later’, and eventually I gave up.

I didn’t really mind not knowing. Simone was a delight to be with – creative and good-natured. And Mr Chen was a caring and considerate employer, always concerned that I spent too much time with Simone and didn’t take enough breaks. Eventually I had to explain to him that I didn’t consider being with Simone as work.

His dark eyes wrinkled up when he smiled, and sparkled with intelligence and good humour. He was always interesting to talk to over the dinner table, and I occasionally skipped dinner with the girls to spend time with him.

I often found myself wondering what it would be like to have his strong arms around me, but he was older than me and he was my employer. Not going to happen, I was way too professional for that.

But he really did have very lovely eyes.

By the middle of August I was sick to death of staying inside in the air conditioning. Most of the time it was too hot and humid to go out, but the continued confinement wore me down and eventually I gave up.

‘Can someone escort us to the beach tomorrow?’ I asked over the dinner table.

‘I’ll do it,’ Leo said.

‘I’ll come too,’ Mr Chen said. ‘Some time beside the sea would be good.’

Simone jiggled with happiness so much that she fell off her chair and took her apple juice with her.

‘“Did a Simone”,’ Leo said.

Simone’s face popped up over the edge of the table. ‘I’m okay. Can you dry it up, Daddy?’

‘Not here, sweetheart, you know that.’

‘All right.’ Simone went into the kitchen and returned with Monica, who wiped the spill up for her.

‘If she keeps doing this, the carpet will be ruined. Take it out,’ Leo said.

‘No,’ Mr Chen said. ‘She’ll grow out of it.’

‘It’s not too bad,’ Monica said. She rose and smiled around the table. ‘Are you finished?’

‘Thank you, Monica,’ Mr Chen said, and Monica cleared the dishes. ‘Which beach would you like to go to, Miss Donahoe?’

‘How about Repulse Bay? We can look at the statues.’

Leo’s head snapped around and he studied me carefully.

Mr Chen smiled. ‘Do you know anything about the statues? Some of the Chinese deities are very interesting.’

Leo looked from me to Mr Chen and back to me.

‘Absolutely nothing at all,’ I said. ‘You’ll have to tell us all about them.’

His smile widened and his eyes wrinkled up. Delightful. ‘It would be my pleasure,’ he said.

• • •

Leo parked the car and we all piled out. The minute we were on the sand Mr Chen pulled his shoes off. He wore a pair of tatty black shorts and a faded black T-shirt. Simone raced towards the water with her bucket and spade.

It was a weekday, so the beach wasn’t too busy. On the weekend it was often so packed that the sand was hardly visible.

Leo followed Simone down to the water and watched her as she fell into the sand and dug a hole, spraying sand everywhere. He shook it off his smart polo shirt and moved away slightly.

I unfolded the bamboo beach mat and lay it on the sand. Mr Chen and I sat on the mat together.

Simone jumped up, took her bucket to the water and filled it. The bay had no waves at all; the water was completely flat. A line of buoys marked the swimming area and the location of the shark net.

I looked back towards the hills behind the bay. Luxurious low- and highrise apartment buildings clung to the hillside. This was one of the most exclusive residential areas in Hong Kong. And then I realised: I lived in one of the other exclusive areas, up on the Peak. It felt strange.

Mr Chen stretched his long legs out in front of him and leaned back on his hands. His legs were much whiter than his arms; he obviously spent most of his time in long pants.

He saw me watching him and smiled.

‘You know, I’ve been working full-time for you for nearly six months now,’ I said.

He seemed surprised. ‘Is it that long already?’

‘Yes. I started at the beginning of the year, right after Chinese New Year.’

He sat up, pulled his hair from its tie and shook it. I watched, fascinated, as the shining black curtain flew around him. He tied it back and leaned on his hands again.

‘So you can tell me what you do for a living now,’ I said.

‘I suppose I should.’

‘Well?’

He moved to sit cross-legged, put his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. He appeared to think about it. ‘You’ve seen the students come in, and you’ve seen me teaching Leo.’

‘I don’t know how you can afford your lifestyle just by teaching martial arts.’

He smiled sideways at me. ‘That’s just a small part of my job.’

‘What is your job?’

He put both elbows on his knees and looked down. ‘I do government work. Some administration, some management. Occasionally fieldwork, but not since Simone was born.’

I stared at him. What an idiot I’d been, thinking the secret was something supernatural, that he might be more than human. He was a secret agent. That explained everything: I worked for a spy.

And then I couldn’t control my huge grin. I worked for a spy.

‘Which government? China or Hong Kong?’

‘Same thing now. Truth is, neither. A much higher government than both.’

An agent for the UN! ‘Wicked! Tell me more.’

He glanced sharply at me. ‘No. That’s all I can say about it.’

‘Oh, come on. I’m in the household, I need to know.’

‘Maybe later I’ll tell you more. Now is not the time.’

‘Later? You’ll tell me all about it?’

‘Later. I promise. I will.’

‘So teaching martial arts is a part of it?’

‘Yes. A very large part. I go out to teach as well.’

So that was what he did. He went out to give international spies their basic training in martial arts. How cool was this. ‘Can you teach me?’

He studied me carefully. ‘You want to learn?’

‘Yes!’

He watched me silently for a while. Then he turned away. ‘No. I won’t teach you.’

I opened my mouth to object.

He spoke before I had a chance to. ‘I won’t teach you. Don’t bother asking again, because the answer will always be no.’

‘Why on earth not? Is it because I’m a woman?’

‘Here they come. They’re both soaked.’

He was right. Simone was full of smiles, but Leo was miserable. He gestured at the bottom of his smart designer slacks. ‘Ruined.’

‘I’m all wet too,’ Simone said. She pulled at her T-shirt. ‘Leo hates it, Daddy, can you fix it for him?’

‘Simone…’ Leo said, warning.

Mr Chen rose. ‘Could you fold up the mat for us please, Miss Donahoe?’

‘Sure.’

When I’d finished folding the mat, both Simone and Leo were perfectly dry. Mr Chen took Simone’s hand and led her down the beach towards the statues. Leo followed. I brought up the rear, holding the mat and wondering.

The government had concreted the little peninsula at the end of the beach, and local rich people had donated statues of the various deities to be placed there. Most of them were life-sized, but some were enormous.

The two largest statues were of goddesses: one stood wearing flowing white robes and holding an urn; the other sat on a throne, wearing brightly coloured robes.

‘Is that Kwan Yin?’ I asked Mr Chen, pointing at the standing goddess.

‘Yes, it is,’ Mr Chen said.

‘I’ve heard about her, and seen her on temple tours.’ Everybody who’d spent any amount of time in Asia quickly learned to recognise Kwan Yin. People put statues and images of her everywhere, from small roadside altars to the front panels of taxis. The Goddess that Hears the Cries of the World. She was depicted in both Buddhist and Taoist temples, and was the only deity that the temple guides would talk about in detail. Everybody loved her; she was the spirit of mercy. She even had her own type of tea.

‘Who’s the other one?’ I said.

‘That’s Tin Hau, Goddess of the Sea.’

‘The same one as the MTR station?’

‘Yes. The station is called “Tin Hau” because there’s a temple nearby. Tin Hau has many temples in Hong Kong; the people here are traditionally seafarers, and she cares for them. Both of these ladies care for the sailors.’

‘What about the god in the temple on Cheung Chau island? He’s supposed to be a water god as well.’

‘Pak Tai? He’s very boring,’ Mr Chen said. He raised his voice to call to Simone. ‘Don’t go too far, sweetheart.’ He grinned at me. ‘You said you didn’t know anything about the deities.’

‘I thought I didn’t,’ I said.

‘Look at the dragon, Daddy,’ Simone called from a statue a short distance away. ‘It’s blue! Dragons are supposed to be green!’

‘Dragons can be any colour they like, darling,’ he said.

I stopped to look at a statue of an old man smiling with his arms raised. He wasn’t in the book they’d so conveniently left in my room. ‘Who’s this?’

‘That’s the Old Man Under the Moon,’ Mr Chen said. ‘Yuexia Laoren in Putonghua. He makes sure everybody finds the right partner. Bang on the rock next to him and ask him to find you a good man.’

I just grinned at him. We moved further on.

‘Why does this one have a rabbit? And what’s the rabbit doing?’ The woman wore flowing brilliantly coloured robes, and the rabbit next to her seemed to be pounding something in a mortar and pestle. This goddess wasn’t in the book either.

‘You never stop asking questions, do you?’ Mr Chen said with amusement. He raised his hand to stop me before I could apologise. ‘This lady is very interesting. Her husband fought a great battle and was rewarded with the Elixir of Immortality. She stole it and drank it. Her husband was furious and she ran from him, to the moon. She’s lived on the moon ever since, cold and alone.’

‘That’s really sad. But what does the rabbit have to do with it?’

‘When we look at the full moon we see a rabbit pounding beans to fill rice cakes. If you know what to look for, it’s quite obvious.’

‘We see the face of a man.’ Then my mouth flopped open as I realised: ‘Oh my God. Sailor Moon. She has long hair like rabbit ears, and her English name in the manga is Bunny.’

‘I bought some of those videos for Simone.’ He turned to walk on. ‘Now she pesters me all the time to buy her the complete set.’

‘I know. I’ll have to introduce her to some other good anime. I think she’ll love Cardcaptors.’

‘Having you as a nanny becomes more and more expensive all the time,’ he said, smiling. ‘How many books did you order from that online bookstore anyway? The bill was enormous.’

‘Hey, I checked with you first. And you know there isn’t a great selection of English books here.’

He stopped and gazed into my eyes. ‘I appreciate what you’re doing for her. I don’t know what I’d do without you.’

I smiled up at him. ‘It is absolutely my pleasure. I’ve never enjoyed working with anyone as much as I’ve enjoyed working with you and Simone.’

Suddenly he stiffened and his eyes turned inward. He snapped back and looked around. ‘Leo! We need to move. Get Simone.’

‘What’s the matter?’ I said, but he was distracted.

Leo picked Simone up and came quickly over.

‘What’s happening, Daddy?’ Simone said from Leo’s arms.

‘Bad people, Simone, we have to move.’

‘Where?’ I said, but he ignored me. I looked around. Everything seemed perfectly normal. A couple of families with children wandered around the statues. A Taiwanese tour group piled off a bus nearby, talking loudly to each other in Putonghua.

‘Where, sir?’ Leo said. ‘Which direction?’

‘Hold.’ Mr Chen was still looking around.

‘My Lord, we should move,’ Leo said quietly.

‘I’m not sure which direction. Hold, Leo.’

I silently watched them both. This was way weirder than any spy stuff.

‘You should see Ms Kwan, my Lord,’ Leo hissed under his breath. ‘You’re leaving it very late. You’re very weak. You can’t even tell where they’re coming from.’

‘Wait, Leo. They are a good distance away. I will be able to pick the direction soon…There.’ Mr Chen turned to look up the beach, away from the tourists. ‘The young couple halfway up the beach. Let’s go.’

The young couple looked perfectly normal to me.

‘I was having fun, Daddy,’ Simone said.

‘You know we have to go, sweetheart,’ Mr Chen said sadly. ‘There are bad people here.’

Simone kicked her legs into Leo with frustration.

‘Chen See Mun!’ Mr Chen barked softly. ‘Discipline.’

Simone subsided and made a face.

‘Let’s go, Leo.’ Mr Chen was unruffled. ‘Walk right past them. Ignore them. They will not go for us, this place is too public. They were probably hoping to catch us in the shelter of the statues.’

‘My Lord.’ Leo turned and walked up the beach. Mr Chen gestured for me to follow.

‘What’s going on, Mr Chen?’

‘I’ll tell you later, Emma. Right now we need to go home.’

As we approached, the young couple saw us and moved to intercept us. Leo and Mr Chen both tried to walk around them, but they stopped in front of us, blocking our way.

Leo took my arm and pulled me behind him. He lowered Simone and pushed her behind him as well. ‘Hold Simone there, Emma.’

I took Simone’s hand and held her next to me. I wasn’t afraid of the two people; whoever they were, they were probably no match for the men in front of me.

Leo readied himself in front of Simone and me.

Mr Chen stood quietly, apparently relaxed. ‘What do you want?’

The couple were an ordinary-looking pair of Chinese in their early twenties, wearing jeans and plain T-shirts.

‘We’re not here to hurt anybody,’ the young man said.

Mr Chen didn’t say anything, he just waited.

‘What’s the little girl’s name?’ the young woman said. ‘She’s very pretty.’

Leo hissed under his breath and shifted slightly.

‘Hold, Leo,’ Mr Chen said without moving. ‘Is there a point to this?’

‘There is a price on your head,’ the young man said. ‘A very rich prize.’

Mr Chen went completely still. He even seemed to stop breathing. ‘I know they are after me. What is the prize?’

‘To be Number One.’

‘Why are you telling me this?’

The young man saluted Mr Chen Chinese-style, holding his closed fist in his open palm and shaking his hands in front of his chest. ‘Protect us.’

The woman saluted as well.

‘Leo,’ Mr Chen said without moving, ‘take Simone and Miss Donahoe back to the car.’

‘No more than these, sir?’ Leo said.

Mr Chen concentrated. ‘No others. Just these. Go back to the car.’

‘Come on, Emma,’ Leo said, hoisting Simone into his arms again. ‘Let’s go.’

I glanced back to see Mr Chen as we walked to the car. The young couple had knelt in front of him. When I reached the car, I looked back again. They were gone. The entire beach was deserted, except for Mr Chen’s lone dark figure walking back to us.

No way could the couple have walked off the beach in the time between my glances. But I couldn’t see them anywhere. They’d disappeared completely.

I didn’t ask about them in the car on the way home; I didn’t want to frighten Simone. Leo and Mr Chen were quiet and subdued; Simone was wide-eyed and silent.

• • •

Later that evening, after I’d bathed Simone and put her to bed, I went to Mr Chen’s office to ask him what was going on. He and Leo were talking inside his office, and Leo’s voice was so loud it made the door rattle.

‘They know exactly how weak you are!’ he shouted.

I had to strain to hear Mr Chen’s voice. ‘Those have been tamed. They won’t be back.’

‘You need to see Ms Kwan now!’

Mr Chen said something, but I didn’t hear it.

‘I don’t know why you keep delaying it!’ Leo yelled. ‘You let yourself run down and you can’t protect her! They’re moving in!’

‘Leo.’ Mr Chen spoke louder now, irritated. ‘I can only do this a limited number of times. I will only last a maximum of four, five years. Then I’m gone.’

Leo’s voice softened. ‘What?’

‘Even with Mercy’s help, eventually I will not be able to hold it together any longer and I will be gone.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Leo bellowed. His voice softened. ‘Oh my God.’

‘I must delay as long as possible between each feed.’

Leo’s voice broke. ‘You’re going to leave Simone.’

‘Hopefully she will be able to defend herself by then. She should be able to handle almost anything by the time I go.’

‘Oh, that’s very reassuring,’ Leo said sarcastically. His voice became louder again. ‘You still need to see Ms Kwan now.’

‘I am making the arrangements, Leo.’ Mr Chen sounded tired. ‘I was planning to tell you over dinner tomorrow.’

‘Well, it’s about time.’ Leo threw the office door open so hard that it almost hit me. ‘Sorry, Emma.’

‘What the hell is going on?’ I glanced into the office; Mr Chen sat behind his desk, stricken.

‘I’ll tell you tomorrow,’ Mr Chen said. ‘Right now, I have people to call.’

‘Just leave him, Emma.’ Leo closed the door behind him. ‘He has things he needs to do.’

‘Tell me what’s going on!’

‘Later.’ Leo sighed with exasperation and headed back to his room, shaking his head. ‘God, he drives me completely crazy sometimes.’

‘Both of you drive me crazy!’ I shouted. ‘Why the hell don’t you just tell me what’s going on? What’s the big secret?’

‘I’ll tell you all about it real soon, Emma, I promise. We need to make some arrangements now, and it’s late.’

‘Stop avoiding telling me!’

Simone squealed. We’d woken her up. I rushed to her room to comfort her. Damn.




CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_96862687-869e-534c-a973-e6ad0f3a68d7)


The next day Leo avoided me until he had to take Simone and me to lunch with my friends. Simone had wanted to come, and Leo was grudgingly forced to drive us so decided he might eat with us as well.

We walked across the cracked pavement next to Queen’s Pier and Simone stopped. ‘Look, Leo, the Star Ferry!’

The green and white oval-shaped Star Ferry that carried passengers the short hop between Central on Hong Kong Island and Tsim Sha Tsui in Kowloon pulled into the pier nearby.

‘Don’t know why they don’t just build a bridge,’ Leo said. ‘With all the reclamation, it’s not so far across.’

‘They can’t,’ I said. ‘Fung shui. The harbour is the money flowing through Hong Kong. If they build a bridge, it’ll interrupt the flow.’

‘How much fung shui do you know?’

‘Absolutely none at all. My friend April told me that.’ Simone jiggled. ‘Daddy’s shui!’ I took her hand to lead her into City Hall. ‘Daddy’s water?’

‘Yep.’ She shook my hand free and ran ahead, then tripped over her feet and fell.

I caught up with her and helped her up. ‘You “did a Simone” already. Now we have to wash your hands.’

‘You always wash my hands before we eat anyway, Emma.’

‘Don’t complain,’ Leo said. ‘If you wash your hands before you eat, you’ll never catch a nasty disease.’

‘Don’t be silly, Leo,’ she said. ‘You know we never get sick.’

‘Emma!’ Louise was standing at the top of the stairs and gesturing for us to hurry. ‘We have a table. Move!’

We raced up the stairs to take the table before the receptionist called the next number in the queue. She led us into the enormous hall with its huge floor-to-ceiling picture windows overlooking the harbour and sat us at the round six-seater table.

‘Louise, April, this is Simone, and Leo, her bodyguard.’

‘I’m the driver, Emma,’ Leo said, quietly exasperated.

‘Yeah, sure you are,’ Louise said, eyeing him up and down. ‘Nice outfit, Leo.’

As usual, Leo was dressed very well in a made-to-measure dark business suit. He stared at Louise in disbelief.

‘Don’t mind her – she’s Australian, like me,’ I said.

‘Is that supposed to make a difference?’ Leo said, sceptical.

‘All the difference in the world, mate, get used to it,’ Louise said. ‘Hello, Simone. How old are you?’

‘Four and a half.’

‘Only four? You look older than that,’ Louise said.

Simone nodded, eyes wide and serious. ‘Everybody says that. I think it’s because Daddy’s so special.’

‘He’s special, is he?’ Louise said, then grinned knowingly at me.

The white-jacketed waiter threw the bowls, spoons and chopsticks onto the table with a loud rattle.

‘What tea would you like?’ April said.

‘Sow mei,’ Louise and I said together.

‘You happy with that, Leo?’ I said.

‘I’m not here. Ignore me,’ Leo said, looking around at the other diners.

‘You’re too big to ignore, mate,’ Louise said before I could. ‘You’re here to eat too. If you want a beer or something, just say so.’

‘Not on the job,’ Leo said.

April was distracted. ‘No trolleys anywhere,’ she complained.

The waiter returned with a pot of tea and an extra pot of hot water.

Louise reached into her handbag for a notebook. ‘Who paid last time?’

‘I did, and I’m winning this time,’ I said. I pulled out my own notebook. ‘I’ve collected some really good ones. Wait ’til you hear them.’

Louise and I flipped the notebooks open.

‘Apple,’ she said.

‘Had that one before, it’s not new,’ I said. ‘Winsome.’

‘Buxom,’ she retorted.

‘Good one. Did she know what it meant?’ Louise shook her head. ‘Alien. Sha Tin McDonald’s,’ I went on.

‘Coffee.’

‘Girl, Ivan. Pronounced Yvonne.’

‘Winky,’ Louise said. ‘Ringo,’ I snapped back.

‘Had that before. Freedom,’ Louise said triumphantly. ‘At the university.’

‘Heman,’ I said. ‘A girl.’

‘Yugo,’ she said. ‘Also a girl.’

‘Yellow.’

‘Honda.’

‘Napoleon.’

‘Hitler,’ Louise said defiantly.

I was losing. I played my trump card. ‘Satan!’

Louise glanced up from her notes. ‘No way.’

‘Absolutely. In the bank on the Peak.’

‘I don’t believe you.’

‘Leo,’ I said, ‘what’s Satan’s last name?’

‘The kid in the bank? Chow, I think,’ Leo said.

Louise snapped her notebook shut. ‘No way I can beat that. I’m paying.’

‘What the hell was all that about?’ Leo demanded. ‘What’s Satan Chow got to do with anything?’

‘We collect Hong Kong English names. Some people seem to choose them out of a hat, whatever takes their fancy. We have a competition. Whoever can come up with the weirdest name they’ve heard since last time wins. The other one has to pay.’ I smiled with satisfaction. ‘I win.’

April seemed bewildered by the whole exchange.

‘How’s married life, April? Do you have photos of the wedding?’ Louise said.

April’s face lit up and she pulled a few small photo albums out of her briefcase.

‘This is in Sydney, where we had the wedding,’ she said, passing me some of the books.

I flipped through the first one, and handed it to Louise.

‘Can I see?’ Simone said.

‘Sure.’ I handed her one of the books, and Leo looked through it with her.

Louise raised the album she was looking at. ‘How many dresses did you have for this?’

‘Five,’ April said. ‘One white one for the wedding, one white one for the formal photos. They’re not back yet. One traditional red one for the reception, another white one for the reception. And a going-away dress.’

I leaned over the table to speak closely to her. ‘You know, we usually only have one wedding dress.’

April looked horrified. ‘Only one dress?’

Louise and I both nodded.

‘Your Chinese dress is very pretty,’ Simone said. ‘Is that gold and silver?’

‘Yes,’ April said. ‘Red silk, gold and silver embroidery. Boring traditional style. My grandmother wanted to see me in one.’

Simone suddenly squeaked, clambered out of her chair and pulled herself into Leo’s lap, facing him. He looked around.

‘What?’ I said.

Simone put her hand on Leo’s shoulder and whispered urgently into his ear. He listened carefully, then moved her so that she sat facing the table and wrapped his huge arms around her.

‘We’re okay,’ Simone said, eyes wide.

Three teenage boys walked past our table. They seemed perfectly ordinary, wearing baggy denim jeans and black T-shirts. Simone and Leo didn’t shift their eyes from them as they went between our table and the next one.

One of the boys leered at Simone, and Leo held her tighter and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, her eyes still wide. The boys went out of the restaurant. Leo and Simone visibly relaxed.

‘Are you guys okay?’ I said.

‘What was all that about?’ Louise said.

‘Where the hell are the trolleys?’ Leo said. ‘What sort of yum cha is this without any food?’

‘Here’s one,’ April said. The waitress stopped the trolley next to our table. April read the signs on the front. ‘Har gow, siu mai, cha siu bow, sticky rice, tripes.’ She smiled around the table. ‘Who wants?’

‘Cha siu bow, please, Emma!’ Simone said, and climbed off Leo’s lap and sat in her own chair. ‘Siu mai too. I’m hungry!’

‘Okay now?’ Leo said.

‘Yes.’ Simone grinned broadly.

‘Sticky rice,’ Leo said.

‘So you and Andy have your own place now?’ Louise asked April after the steamers had been set on the table.

‘Yes. Andy spends most of his time in China for his work, so I see him once every six weeks or so.’

Louise stared at her. ‘You only see your husband once every six weeks?’

April nodded through the dim sum. ‘We’ve decided to go and live in Australia. He wants to get Australian citizenship. I’ll go first, do the papers, find us a place to live. He’ll come later.’

‘You’re leaving Hong Kong?’ I said. ‘When?’

‘In about a month, I think,’ April said. ‘September, October.’

‘I’ll miss you.’

‘I’ll be back all the time,’ she said. ‘To visit. And go shopping.’

Another trolley rolled up beside us. Instead of the little bamboo steamers, it had four square pots with lids and ladles. ‘Who wants pig’s blood?’ April said. ‘Congee, mixed beef guts. Anybody?’

Everybody shook their heads. April ordered some pig’s blood anyway: dark red jelly-like cubes in clear broth. She passed the card to the waitress who stamped it with a tiny circular stamp held on a string around her neck.

April stirred the blood. ‘Emma, you have to go and see Aunty Kitty.’

‘Aunty who?’ Louise said.

‘Aunty Kitty.’

‘Kitty Kwok?’ I said.

‘Yes. She wants to see you.’

‘What for?’

‘Don’t go, Emma, she just wants to bully you into working there again,’ Louise said. ‘Business has really gone downhill at the kindergarten since you left.’

‘You have to go and see her,’ April said again.

‘No, I don’t.’

‘Call her then,’ April said. ‘She wants to talk to you.’

I rose and went to the ladies’ room without saying another word. Louise followed me. As soon as we were out of earshot, she was onto me. ‘Quick, tell me all.’

‘About what? Kitty Kwok?’

‘No, silly,’ she hissed with a grin. ‘Your new job.’

‘Nothing much to tell,’ I said. ‘I work as a nanny, I look after Simone, end of story.’

‘What about her dad?’ she said. ‘What’s he like? Are he and Leo…’ She nodded back towards the dining room. ‘You know?’

I smiled. ‘He’s absolutely gorgeous. A total gentleman. And him and Leo? No.’

‘Really?’

‘I’m sure of it. Leo brings guys home all the time. Real man-about-town. Leo even told me himself: not Mr Chen.’

‘But what about Mr Chen? What’s he do?’

‘I have no idea,’ I said. ‘I think he’s a spy. He teaches martial arts to kids, but he says that he works for the government.’

Louise stared incredulously at me. I nodded, reinforcing the point.

‘Can you invite me up?’ she said as we went through the doors. ‘I’d love to check him out, Emma. Sounds unreal.’

‘You have no idea.’ I lowered my voice. ‘You know he only ever wears black? Everything. Sometimes he even wears a black shirt with his suits.’

‘You have to get me up there,’ Louise whispered. ‘I have to see. Please, Emma.’

‘I’ll see what I can do.’

She reached out and squeezed my arm. ‘Please.’

We walked out from City Hall and back along the waterfront.

‘Can we go to the shops in Central before we go home, Emma?’ Simone said.

‘Is that okay, Leo?’

‘Yeah, no problem.’

We walked towards the pedestrian underpass that would take us across the road to the shops. The concrete walls were black from car exhaust fumes. Advertising billboards blanketed the underpass, and a beggar crouched under one of the columns, displaying his withered limbs.

On the other side of the underpass we stopped at the kerb to cross Chater Road. The pedestrian light turned green, and I went to lead Simone across the road, but she wouldn’t move.

‘Leo!’ she called loudly.

Leo had taken a few steps to cross the road, but quickly returned to us. He bent to Simone. ‘What, sweetheart?’

Simone cast around, her eyes unseeing. ‘Take me home, Leo, now.’

Leo scooped her up and hurried back to the underpass. ‘Come on, Emma,’ he called.

‘Hurry, Leo,’ Simone said.

Leo strode down the underpass, pushing through the crowd. ‘How many, sweetheart?’

I struggled to keep up with him.

‘I don’t know, Leo. Hurry,’ she said, desperate. ‘It’s the same ones!’

‘Where? Where?’

‘I don’t know!’ she wailed.

We raced out of the underpass, into the Star Ferry car park, and stopped at the Shroff Office to pay the parking ticket. Leo gently lowered Simone and she clung to his massive leg.

‘You know how far away?’ he said as he pushed the ticket to the cashier.

Simone’s eyes were still unfocused. ‘Close, Leo, hurry.’

I looked around. Three teenagers were approaching us from the Star Ferry terminal.

‘If it’s the same guys as in the restaurant, they’re over there,’ I said, pointing.

‘For God’s sake don’t point at them!’ Leo hissed. He grabbed the parking ticket and the change, hoisted Simone into his arms, and took off towards the stairs. ‘Quick, Emma!’

He raced up the stairs to the car and I trailed behind him.

I looked back. The teenagers were running towards us. One of them held out his hand and a Chinese cooking chopper appeared in it. No, not possible. I turned and ran after Leo.

Simone squealed. Leo had reached the top of the stairs and pelted towards the car. I sprinted to keep up with him, my handbag flapping.

He unlocked the car with the remote and gently dropped Simone into the back seat. ‘Buckle her up, Emma. We need to get out of here.’ He pulled himself into the driver’s seat and started the engine before I had my door closed. I slammed it shut as he took off.

Leo drove out of the car park dangerously fast, the tyres of the Mercedes squealing as he took the corners. He had to slow to ease the car down the ramp, then put the paid ticket into the machine and charged straight out of the car park lane into the street, ignoring the other furious drivers who sounded their horns and yelled at him. He ran an amber light and turned into Connaught Road, five lanes wide with concrete dividers on both sides. The traffic flowed smoothly and he raced up the hill towards the Peak.

‘Okay, Leo, you can slow down now,’ Simone said.

Leo slowed the car and relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief.

‘What the hell was all that about?’ I demanded loudly.

‘Bad people,’ Simone said. ‘I need to go home and tell Daddy. He’ll be really sad.’

‘What’s going on, Leo?’

‘I recognised one of them. They’ve tried to kidnap her before. Good thing I saw them.’

‘I saw them, silly Leo,’ Simone said. ‘You can’t even tell the difference most of the time.’

‘What difference?’ I said.

‘Between normal people and bad people,’ Simone said patiently. ‘Only Daddy and me, and special people like Jade and Gold, can tell the difference.’

‘Who are Jade and Gold?’

‘We’ll be home soon, sweetheart, and then you can tell Daddy all about it,’ Leo said gently. ‘Until we get there it’s not a good idea to talk about it.’

‘You have to explain for Emma,’ Simone said.

‘Yeah, explain for me,’ I echoed.

‘Not right now. Maybe later.’

‘Tell me!’

‘No.’

I crossed my arms over my chest and glowered at him. I shouldn’t be kept in the dark like this. I could handle any spy business they threw at me.

Leo and Simone went into Mr Chen’s office and spoke to him for a long time. They all emerged grim-faced, even Simone. I waited for them in the hallway.

‘Are you people going to tell me what’s going on?’ I demanded.

‘Come into my office, Emma,’ Mr Chen said.

I sat down across from him. He pulled up his chair and leaned on the papers strewn all over his desk.

‘You know that Simone is a kidnapping target?’

‘I know,’ I said impatiently. ‘But what was all that about in Central?’

‘Leo spotted some criminals who would be interested in her–’

‘No, he didn’t,’ I said quickly. ‘Simone saw them. Leo didn’t see anything.’

He remained silent, carefully studying my face.

‘Tell me!’ I snapped.

He took a deep breath, still calm. ‘Simone had seen one of those people before. They have tried to take her in the past. She warned Leo.’

I waited for more, but it wasn’t forthcoming. He just sat watching me.

‘If you don’t tell me what is going on, I will resign.’

He studied me closely, then shook his head. ‘You’re really not frightened at all, are you?’

I glared defiantly at him. ‘Of course not. And I will find out what is going on here.’

He leaned back. ‘We’ll explain it all soon. But right now, Simone’s Chinese teacher is here. Go and let her in.’

The doorbell rang and I jumped. ‘How do you know it’s Simone’s Chinese teacher?’

He just watched me.

‘I’m not finished yet,’ I warned, and opened the door to go out.

‘I sincerely hope not,’ he said softly behind me.

Monica was ahead of me and had already let the Chinese teacher in. I sighed with exasperation and went into my room. I lay on the bed and opened one of the books on Chinese gods. I was certain now that they’d been left there for me.

That couple on the beach had disappeared completely. The kid today had made a chopper magically appear in his hand. Both Simone and Mr Chen could tell who was in the house without seeing them.

I did another internet search on Xuan Tian Shang Di and was referred to a page about Xuan Wu. I clicked the link and the screen filled with information about the Dark Lord of the North, Xuan Wu. Something to do with snakes and turtles – he either defeated them or he was one or even both of them. Controlled water; brought rain.

Xuan Wu, also called the Dark Emperor Zhen Wu, and Chen Wu and Pak Tai in Southern China. Pak Tai, who had a temple on Cheung Chau devoted to him. Boring Pak Tai.

God of Martial Arts, Emperor of the Northern Heavens. Always in black; dishevelled hair, bare feet. Destroyer of demons.

Could it be a codename?

But spy things wouldn’t explain all the weird stuff in the Chen household…

I stared at the screen with disbelief. Dark Lord Xuan Wu?

No way.




CHAPTER SEVEN (#ulink_b7d1f1f8-8dcd-5006-af66-f1b4e279b1cd)


We had the usual Chinese vegetarian meal that evening. Simone chatted about the yum cha and the wedding photos, but didn’t mention our mad rush home.

‘I have arranged a trip for us to Paris,’ Mr Chen said.

Leo let out his breath in a long hiss, but didn’t say anything. ‘Can we see Aunty Kwan?’ Simone said.

‘That’s why we’re going – I need to meet with Aunty Kwan.’

‘I wanna go to the Eiffel Tower!’

‘You always want to go to the Eiffel Tower,’ he said, smiling indulgently.

Simone screwed up her face. ‘I like it. Can I go to the Science Museum as well?’

‘You want to go to London too?’

Simone nodded, wide-eyed. ‘Yes, please, Daddy. I want to see James and Charlie.’

He sighed. ‘All right. But only for a couple of days. I can’t stay away for too long, you know that.’

‘Okay, Daddy.’

‘Leo, ask Monica to take Simone and we’ll discuss the details.’

After Monica had taken Simone out of the dining room, Mr Chen became much more businesslike. I listened carefully; this would be my first trip overseas with them and I didn’t want to screw up.

‘Out of Macau as usual, Leo,’ he said. ‘We’ll stay with Ms Kwan in Paris, and in the house in Kensington in London.’

‘Understood, sir,’ Leo said.

‘Have you ever been to Europe, Miss Donahoe?’ Mr Chen said. ‘Do you speak French?’

‘No. Australia and Asia only.’ I grimaced with embarrassment. ‘My French is pathetic.’

‘Not a problem. Leo’s French is perfect, and he will escort you and Simone while I meet with Ms Kwan.’

‘How long will you meet with her, sir?’ Leo said.

‘Five days.’

Leo nodded.

‘Then three days in London, and back here. Guard them well, Leo, we will be a long way from the Mountain.’

‘Sir.’

Mr Chen turned to me and put his palms firmly on the table. ‘Any questions, Emma?’ He saw my face. ‘What?’

‘You called me Emma. You usually call me Miss Donahoe.’

‘Oh,’ he said. ‘Sorry.’

‘No, no.’ I waved my hands in front of me. ‘Please. Emma. Call me Emma. Miss Donahoe is so formal.’

He smiled and his eyes wrinkled up. ‘Very well…Emma.’

‘Don’t even think about it, girlie, you don’t have a chance,’ Leo growled as we walked together down the hallway.

‘Don’t worry, Leo, he’s far too old for me,’ I said, still thinking about those eyes.

‘You’re not wrong there.’

‘How old is he anyway? He looks mid-forties, but sometimes he seems older, sometimes younger – he’s hard to pick.’

‘You’re in your late twenties, right?’

I nodded.

‘Well then, let’s just say that he’s a hell of a lot older than you and you really don’t have a chance. So just forget it.’

‘Jealous?’

Leo stopped. ‘Mr Chen’s wife was a truly wonderful human being. I knew her for a long time before she met him, and I loved her like a sister. His heart is still broken, Emma. He’ll never love anybody again the way that he loved her.’

‘What happened to her?’

‘She died.’

‘I know she died, Leo,’ I said gently. ‘What happened?’

‘None of your goddamn business.’ He stomped into his room and slammed the door.

We travelled to Macau in a fifteen-metre Chinese-style junk. It had an air-conditioned central lounge with a large-screen TV. Simone and I sat in deckchairs on the open-air back of the boat and watched the scenery go past.

It was fascinating to see the sudden change as we left Hong Kong Harbour. We moved from the densely packed highrises on Hong Kong Island and Kowloon to the sparsely populated Outlying Islands. We went in close past Lantau Island, its rocky crags extending right to the edge of the water. Most of Lantau was deserted, its steep hillside covered in scrub and wild azaleas. The new airport was on the other side of the island.

‘Why do we have to go to Macau?’ I shouted to Mr Chen, who sat in the lounge reading a Chinese book.

‘Private jets aren’t allowed in Chek Lap Kok, it’s too busy.’

I was thrilled. I quickly rose and went into the cabin to speak to him. ‘We’re going in a private jet?’

He nodded and returned to his book.

I sat down. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

He shrugged without looking up from his book.

‘Hey,’ I said sharply, and he glanced up at me. ‘You need to tell me what’s going on, Mr Chen.’

Leo snorted with amusement from the other side of the cabin and I rounded on him. ‘You too. Tell me what’s going on!’

Mr Chen opened his mouth to say something, then obviously changed his mind and smiled. ‘Very well. We will take my jet from Macau airport to Paris. We will stay in Paris for five days, then fly to London. London for three days, where I have a house in Kensington. Then we’ll take the jet back here. Is that acceptable, Miss Donahoe?’

I bobbed my head and spoke with mock appreciation. ‘Thank you for explaining, Mr Chen.’

He smiled over the top of his book. ‘You are most welcome.’

‘Do you own this boat?’

‘Yes. I need to buy a bigger one. It’s very slow; it takes nearly two hours to travel to Macau.’

‘Hey, it’s fun to go slow. There’s a lot to see.’

‘It’s not safe,’ Leo said.

‘We’ll be fine,’ Mr Chen said.

‘We shouldn’t leave Simone in the back by herself like that! It’s not safe!’

Mr Chen sighed with exasperation. ‘Leo, we’re on the water.’

‘Oh,’ Leo said. ‘Sorry.’ He went to the back of the boat and sat with Simone anyway.

Mr Chen smiled over the top of his book, as if to say: He worries too much.

I smiled back: Yes, he does.

The jet was ready for us when we arrived at Macau.

Simone behaved perfectly through all of the customs and immigration procedures. She seemed experienced in the rush-and-wait of the airport paperwork. Fortunately Macau airport wasn’t terribly busy and we reached the customs checkpoint reasonably quickly.

Leo nodded to Mr Chen as he lifted the large carry-on bag onto the conveyor belt for the safety inspection. As the bag went through the X-ray machine, the two security staff shot to their feet and stared at the monitor. Mr Chen went rigid and concentrated on them. They waved us through.

I glared at Leo as we walked towards the plane and he pointedly ignored me. Mr Chen seemed oblivious, and Simone chatted about visiting Aunty Kwan. It was as if nothing had happened.

I held Simone’s hand as we walked up the small staircase into the jet. It was about the size of a bus, with large comfortable seats inside and a couch against one wall. Leo almost had to crouch to go through the door.

We sat in the seats and buckled up. The ground staff closed the door and rapped on the side. Mr Chen went up to the cockpit to talk to the pilots.

‘Been on a private jet before?’ Leo said.

‘No,’ I said. ‘Pretty cool.’

‘Yeah. Mr Chen had this one specially fitted. Behind the kitchen there’s a little bunk for Simone.’

‘He owns this plane outright?’

Leo hesitated, then, ‘Yes.’

‘How much money does he have anyway?’

‘Let’s just say that if he wanted his own 747, he could buy one tomorrow.’

‘But I’ve never seen his name on the Richest Men list.’

‘That’s because he doesn’t want to be,’ Leo snapped, and turned away.

Mr Chen returned from the cockpit. ‘Brian says we should have smooth flying most of the way.’

After we’d taken off, Mr Chen rose and touched Simone’s shoulder. ‘Are you tired, darling?’

‘No, Daddy, I’d like to draw.’

‘Leo, show Emma where everything is. I’ll go up the back and rest. If anything happens, call me immediately.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Make sure Simone drinks plenty of water, please, Emma.’

‘Sure, Mr Chen.’

He nodded and went towards the back of the plane.

Leo pointed at the back wall. ‘There’s a little kitchen in there. Behind that is the bunk room. Anything you need, it’s in the kitchen.’

‘Can you turn on the video for me, Leo?’ Simone said.

‘Sure, sweetheart.’ Leo went to the television which was set into the wall. ‘There’s a few videos in the cupboard here, Emma – just put something on for her, it’s a long flight.’ He showed me where the videos were, turned on the unit, then went into the galley and returned with a soda for himself and an apple juice for Simone.

Simone watched some of the videos then fell asleep in my lap. I must have fallen asleep as well, because the sound of their quiet voices woke me. I heard my name mentioned so stayed still to listen.

‘You should tell her, my Lord. She won’t stop pestering both of us until we do. And if we don’t tell her soon, she’s going to resign. You’ll have to tell her, and prove it.’

Mr Chen’s voice was full of pain. ‘I can’t do anything to prove it, Leo. I am too weak.’

‘It’s really that bad?’

Mr Chen didn’t reply.

‘Damn,’ Leo said softly. ‘You left it too long. But you still have to tell her, otherwise she’s going to lose her goddamn temper again and leave us anyway.’

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ Mr Chen said, wistful. ‘If we tell her the truth, she may be scared away.’

‘She won’t be scared away. She doesn’t seem to be frightened by anything.’

‘You’re quite right, she’s remarkable.’

‘You should tell her.’

‘I know.’ Mr Chen groaned. ‘She keeps pushing me to tell her, she knows something’s going on. We’ll do it in Paris. I was planning to tell her there anyway, with Mercy present. No, I have a better idea. You do it. Mercy can help you if she takes it badly.’

‘As long as somebody tells her,’ Leo said. ‘She’s been working here for months without knowing who you really are.’

‘I’ve had staff who worked for me for years without knowing who I was,’ Mr Chen said. ‘Look at Monica.’

‘Monica knows all about it. She just ignores it because it freaks her out.’

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ Mr Chen said. ‘I’d love to teach her. She moves with natural grace and would probably be a formidable warrior.’

‘Teach her then. She wants to learn.’

‘She’s agile and fearless. She’s intelligent too, it sparkles in her eyes.’ His voice became wistful again. ‘She has wonderful eyes.’

‘Well then, teach her.’

Mr Chen dropped his voice. ‘I will discuss the possibility with Mercy, but I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to spend so much time in close physical contact with Emma.’

Leo was silent for a moment. Then he spoke again, his voice a soft growl. ‘No way. I do not believe this. No way.’

Mr Chen was silent.

‘Tell me it’s not true,’ Leo said.

Mr Chen sighed loudly.

‘This is all we need,’ Leo said. ‘You should dismiss her now, my Lord. Don’t even think about starting something you can’t finish.’

‘Simone adores her.’

‘And you?’

Mr Chen was silent for a moment. Then, ‘I don’t want to lose her. I love being with her, having her around.’ His voice softened. ‘I wish things could be different.’

My heart leapt.

‘Well, they can’t, so both of you will just have to get over it,’ Leo said. ‘If you really feel that way then you should let her go.’

They fell silent again. I was about to make a display of waking when Mr Chen spoke. ‘There are some interesting weather patterns over the Mediterranean.’

‘Mess with the weather and Ms Kwan will rip your shell off,’ Leo growled. ‘How long before they’ll come after us? They know how weak you are.’

‘It is only a matter of time. Mercy can tell us more. We should be safe now that we are far from their Centre. They are weak.’

‘So are you. You shouldn’t have waited this long to see her.’

‘I’ll be fine.’

‘You shouldn’t take risks like this!’ Leo hissed. ‘Think of what’s at stake here!’

‘I am very well aware of what’s at stake here!’ Mr Chen whispered ferociously.

Leo threw himself out of his chair and went out. Something crashed in the galley and Simone shot upright with a squeak.

Charade over.

‘It’s okay, sweetheart,’ I said, and pulled her to me.

She freed herself from my arms and scurried to her father, then clambered into his lap and curled up. He smiled down at her and stroked her hair.

I yawned, stretching. Leo came out of the galley with a soda and flung himself into one of the chairs, which protested under his weight. ‘You snore.’

‘I do not!’

‘Leave her alone, Leo.’

Leo grunted and turned his chair away from us.

‘Leo, you are very tired and you have lost your edge. Go and rest.’

Leo didn’t move.

‘That’s an order, Leo.’

Leo glared at Mr Chen and stomped towards the back of the plane.

Mr Chen and I shared a smile. ‘Sleep well?’ he said.

‘How long was I out?’

He checked his watch. ‘Only a couple of hours.’

We sat quietly together. He stroked Simone’s hair.

I shifted and he glanced at me. I opened my mouth to say ‘Mr Chen, are you a god?’ and then closed it again, feeling ridiculous. I decided to make a sideways attack on the issue.

‘Mr Chen, what’s your real name?’

He looked straight into my eyes and I nearly became lost in them. ‘Why do you ask?’

‘Because on the letters that come in, you have six different first names.’

‘You’ve been in my study?’

‘No, of course not, I respect your privacy. But I’ve seen the letters.’

‘I’ll have to tell Leo and Monica that; they’re always trying to tidy my study.’ He didn’t seem fazed. ‘Six names would be about right.’

‘So which one is the right one?’

He smiled slightly. ‘They all are.’

‘Oh, come on,’ I said. ‘What’s your real name?’

‘Right now, my real name is John Chen Wu. That is me.’ He smiled into my eyes. ‘You can call me John if you like.’ His gaze became intense and he dropped his voice. ‘Call me John.’

I looked back at him and spoke softly. ‘I don’t think that would be appropriate.’

‘As you wish.’ He leaned back and stroked Simone’s hair. ‘We’ll be there soon.’

Loud snores floated from the back of the plane and we both smiled.




CHAPTER EIGHT (#ulink_20cc528b-6ad5-5a2c-8009-b5c62316f121)


Once again Mr Chen did something to the airport staff and they didn’t notice the bag as it went through the X-ray machine.

A van with a driver was waiting for us at the airport and took us into the city of Paris. Simone stared out the window, delighted, as we drove past the elegant, old-fashioned buildings. We pulled into a side street on the edge of Montmartre, around the corner from the Moulin Rouge. Five-storey town-houses stood either side of the tree-lined street, with curved façades and elaborate windows.

The driver parked the van outside what appeared to be an apartment building. Inside, it was a house. The large entry had sweeping Art Nouveau stairs and a glittering chandelier.

A slender, middle-aged Chinese lady came down the stairs to meet us. She wore a flowing pantsuit of white silk, and had an enormous amount of hair piled on her head. She moved with the grace of a princess and her smooth oval face was angelic.

Simone ran to her and clutched her around the legs. ‘Aunty Kwan!’

Ms Kwan crouched and pushed a stray lock of hair out of Simone’s eyes. ‘Simone, Simone. You are more beautiful every day, and more and more like your mother.’

Simone kissed her loudly on the cheek.

Ms Kwan rose and went to Mr Chen. She put one slender manicured hand on his shoulder and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

I’d never seen him blush before. It was charming.

‘Hello, old Wu,’ she said. ‘Keeping well?’

‘All the better for seeing you, my Lady.’

‘You have left it a long time, my friend.’

‘I know.’

‘Jade and Gold?’

‘Coping.’

She sighed. ‘Next time I will come to you.’

He shook his head.

‘Fine then, be stubborn.’ She saw me. ‘Who is this?’ Her eyes widened. ‘I don’t believe it. Haven’t you learnt your lesson?’

‘No, no, this is Simone’s nanny. Miss Emma Donahoe.’ He looked into her eyes. They concentrated on each other, then both snapped out of it.

‘I see.’ Ms Kwan glanced down at Simone. ‘And is Miss Donahoe a good nanny?’

‘Emma’s great,’ Simone said. ‘She’s fun.’

‘Then Emma is a welcome guest. Welcome to Paris, Emma.’

I had the irrational feeling that I wanted her for my mother. ‘Thank you.’

Ms Kwan patted Leo’s arm. ‘Make sure he comes sooner next time, Leo.’

‘That’s very easy for you to say, Ms Kwan.’

Ms Kwan raised her arms in welcome. ‘Shall I show you to your rooms?’ She took Simone’s hand, then linked her other arm in mine. ‘Come, let me show you where you will stay, Emma. Tomorrow Leo will take you and Simone to see beautiful Paris while I talk to Ah Wu. And then you, Leo and I will have a little chat.’

I was too awestruck by her graceful presence to say a word.

Simone adored the Eiffel Tower. There was a long queue for the lifts, but she was happy to wait, hopping from one leg to the other with excitement until she fell over.

‘Try to stay on your feet, Simone,’ I said with mock exasperation.

‘I know, I keep “doing a Simone”,’ she said. ‘I can’t help it.’

Leo studied the crowd around us carefully.

‘What?’

He shook his head.

I moved closer to him and spoke more softly. ‘We’re a long way from home, Leo. I don’t think anybody around here even knows who she is.’

‘You can never be too careful,’ he said.

When we reached the top of the Tower we had to run to keep up with Simone. She raced from one side to another, showing me all the landmarks: the Louvre, Notre Dame, the Arc de Triomphe.

‘How come you know Paris so well?’

‘Because I come here all the time, silly Emma. We used to come here a lot before. Now we don’t come as much.’

‘Before what?’

She ran away.

‘Is Ms Kwan Mr Chen’s sister?’ I asked Leo.

‘Nope.’

‘But they’re related, then?’

Leo turned to follow Simone without answering me.

It was already dusk by the time Simone had finished with the Tower. By then Leo and I were thoroughly sick of it.

‘Wait until the Science Museum,’ Leo said. ‘She likes it even more than this.’

Leo called the driver to collect us from one of the side streets bordering the Tower gardens. As we walked through the darkening city, he put his mouth next to my ear. ‘Don’t stop, keep walking, don’t look back.’

I did as he said. We walked on a few metres without him, then Simone stopped dead. I pulled her hand, but she refused to move. She shook my hand free and ran back. I hurried to follow her, but she had stopped.

Leo was facing off against three young Chinese men. All of them appeared strong and muscular and they were concentrating on Leo.

‘Move back, Emma,’ Leo said without looking at me. ‘Take Simone back out of the way.’

I did as he said. I thought about running, but I didn’t know how many more of them might be waiting for us in the shadows.

In martial arts movies, the villains take on the hero one at a time and he defeats them individually. All three of these guys threw themselves at Leo at once.

Leo grabbed one and lifted him easily, then pushed him into the other two, knocking them backwards. Then he raised the man he held with one hand and smashed him into the ground.

The young man hit the pavement with a crack, then exploded into black streamers that dissipated quickly.

‘Bad people,’ Simone whispered. I pulled her closer to me.

Leo straightened. The other two guys held back, watching him. He gestured a come-on.

They both threw themselves at him. He caught the first one’s hands and crossed them over his chest, pinning them, then turned him to block the other guy. He smashed his fist through the first guy’s face. This one also dissipated into feathery streamers.

The last guy held back, smiling at Leo. Leo lunged forward, grabbed him, and hoisted him by the scruff of the neck with one hand. The young man struggled, then went still. Leo carried him to us.

‘Check if this is one as well, sweetheart,’ Leo said. ‘I want to be sure.’

‘Okay, Leo.’ Simone shook my hand free and went to him. I tried to stop her, but Leo raised his free hand.

‘It’s okay. Let her.’

Simone touched the young man’s arm. He screamed and his arm went black. When Simone moved her hand away, his arm returned to normal.

‘Thanks, sweetheart,’ Leo said. ‘I just wanted to be sure. Next time, tell me if any are nearby, okay? I’m not as good as you.’

‘Okay, Leo,’ Simone said. ‘You’d better take it to Daddy, he’ll want to see.’

‘I know. That’s why I didn’t destroy it.’

Simone came back to me, took my hand and smiled up at me. ‘Leo’s really good, isn’t he?’

I was speechless with shock.

‘You okay, Emma?’ Leo said.

I recovered my voice. ‘What the hell is going on?’

‘I’ll explain when we get back to Ms Kwan’s house.’

I opened my mouth to protest and he raised his hand to stop me. ‘I promise. I’ll tell you all about it when we get back. Right now,’ he glanced at the young man hanging limply in his hand, ‘we need to take this one back to Mr Chen.’

It was an uncomfortable ride back to Montmartre. Leo put me in the front passenger seat and the young man in the middle seat in the back, between himself and Simone. Leo’s trouser legs were covered in black sticky foul-smelling goo, from when he’d destroyed the other two men.

At Ms Kwan’s house, Leo hoisted the young man out of the van and carried him into the house. The driver didn’t seem to notice.

Leo stopped in the entry hall. ‘Mr Chen!’ he called.

Mr Chen hurried out from the back of the house. He stopped dead when he saw the young man. He sighed. ‘What happened?’

‘Three of them attacked us. I thought I’d better bring this one back here for you to question,’ Leo said.

Mr Chen glanced at me.

‘Yes, I saw a great deal of very strange stuff,’ I said, ‘and if you don’t tell me right now what’s going on, I’m out of here.’ Mr Chen and Leo shared a look.

Ms Kwan came out of the back of the house. ‘Is there a problem, Ah Wu? Why is there a–’ She saw Leo holding the young man and sighed. ‘Dear Leo, you are such an idiot sometimes.’

The young man struggled and freed himself from Leo’s grasp. He threw himself to lie at Ms Kwan’s feet. ‘Protect me, Merciful Lady!’

‘Shit,’ Mr Chen said under his breath.

‘Chen Wu!’ Ms Kwan scolded.

‘Protect me,’ the young man said again, watching Mr Chen like a rabbit caught in headlights.

‘Leo, you have broken every seal in this house and ensured that we will gain no information,’ Mr Chen said. He gestured towards the young man. ‘The Lady’s nature is mercy to any creature that requests it. Even one of these.’

‘Uh-oh,’ Simone said.

‘Oh no, damn!’ Leo said. He ran his hand over his bald head and turned away. ‘I am so sorry.’

‘What’s done is done,’ Mr Chen said, still watching the young man cowering at Ms Kwan’s feet. He glanced sharply at Leo. ‘You destroyed the other two?’

‘Yes, sir. This is the only one left.’

‘But I must release it, Ah Wu,’ Ms Kwan said. ‘It will return and report, and there is nothing we can do about it.’

‘Damn,’ Leo said again, softly.

‘Emma, please take Simone upstairs to wash for dinner,’ Mr Chen said.

I opened my mouth to protest.

‘Just do it, Emma,’ Leo said gently. ‘I’ll tell you everything after dinner. I promise.’

I glared at him. ‘I’ll hold you to that.’

I took Simone’s hand and led her up the stairs. We looked at one another quickly, then crouched at the top of the stairs to watch the little drama below.

Leo brightened. ‘How about you let it go and I nab it again?’

‘That is not possible, Leo,’ Ms Kwan said stiffly. ‘He has asked. I must give.’

‘Thank you, thank you, Merciful Lady,’ the young man said, still not shifting his eyes from Mr Chen.

‘Go,’ Ms Kwan said. ‘The Dark Lord will not follow, neither will his Retainer. Go far, go fast, they will not follow. I will not tolerate you, I detest your kind.’ She raised her hand towards the front door. ‘Go.’

The young man turned, flung open the door and ran through it.

Ms Kwan closed the door as if nothing had happened, then linked her arm in Mr Chen’s. ‘Dinner time. I have employed a wonderful French chef to prepare something special for us.’

‘Western food?’ Mr Chen said suspiciously.

‘Oh, come, Ah Wu, French food is very good. You may learn to like it.’

She smiled over her shoulder at Leo. ‘Go and change, dear Leo. Once again your clothes are ruined.’

Leo frowned down at his goo-covered slacks. ‘Yeah.’

‘And you two ladies had better wash for dinner as well,’ Ms Kwan called up to Simone and me. ‘Hurry, or it will be cold when you come down.’

‘She’s right, Emma,’ Simone whispered. She pulled me to my feet. ‘I need to wash my hands after touching that thing.’

I followed her into the elegant bathroom. ‘What was special about that man, Simone?’

Simone carefully washed her hands. ‘That was a bad person.’

‘The kind that can hurt you, like you said?’

‘Yes.’

‘Did his arm really go black when you touched him?’

‘Yes.’ She grinned. ‘It hurts them when I touch them – that was cool.’ She wiped her hands on one of the towels.

‘It’s not cool to hurt things, Simone,’ I said automatically.

‘It’s okay to hurt them. You have to destroy them, otherwise they’ll hurt me, and you, and a lot of other people besides.’ Simone opened her mouth to continue, then gave up. ‘I think you need to talk to my dad about it.’

‘I think I do as well.’

Leo had already changed his slacks and was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. Simone ran ahead to find her father. I stopped in front of Leo and glared up at him. ‘Well?’

‘Dinner isn’t the time to be discussing this, Emma. After dinner, I’ll tell you the whole story.’

‘Promise?’

He smiled slightly. ‘Cross my heart.’

‘Good.’ I stormed past him into the dining room.




CHAPTER NINE (#ulink_0194e839-ac32-55ad-ac45-8073097e699d)


The dining room was as elegantly furnished as the rest of the house. I sat at the table; Leo followed me and sat as well.

Ms Kwan smiled compassionately. ‘Dear Emma, I know you have no idea what is happening, but we will tell you all.’

‘My Lady…’ Mr Chen began, but she waved him down.

‘Don’t worry, Ah Wu. Emma, after dinner Leo will explain everything for you. Now…’ She raised her hands. ‘Let’s see what Jean has prepared for us.’

The meal was everything that Ms Kwan had promised, but I was bursting with so much curiosity that I could barely touch the food.

As we ate, Simone chattered about the Eiffel Tower and Ms Kwan listened indulgently, asking questions to keep her talking. Ms Kwan also questioned me about myself: where I had come from and what I did in Hong Kong. She seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. Mr Chen and Leo were quiet and morose.

When Simone had finished her ice-cream, Ms Kwan gently led her out of the dining room, with Mr Chen following. The maid brought a pot of coffee for Leo and me.

The minute she was out of the room I exploded. ‘What the hell is going on, Leo?’

Leo smiled slightly as he poured the coffee. ‘Yeah, I was wondering how long it would be before you worked out that things aren’t completely…’ he put the coffee pot back on the table normal in the Chen household.’

‘That’s the understatement of the century.’

He turned the coffee cup in his hands. ‘Let me work out where to start.’

‘How about you start at the beginning and tell me everything?’

‘Yeah, if you want to be here all night.’

‘Just tell me!’ I hissed.

He put the cup down and pushed it aside, then took my hand in both of his and looked into my eyes. ‘Before I tell you anything, I want you to understand…staying with us may be dangerous.’

I jerked back.

‘Don’t worry. As long as you’re with Mr Chen or me, you’re safe. You’re not involved in this; it’s us they want. But if you feel at all worried, then go. Go now, before I tell you anything.’ He gazed into my eyes. ‘We’ll put you on the next flight back to Hong Kong. You can forget about all of this, you can go back to the kindergarten, you can go home.’

I stared at him for a split second, then pulled my hand away. ‘No way!’

‘What?’

‘I’m staying here with Simone,’ I said fiercely. ‘Now tell me what this is all about.’

He sat straighter and drank some coffee.

‘Okay,’ he finally said. ‘You remember when we went to Repulse Bay and you saw the statue of Kwan Yin, Goddess of Mercy?’

I nodded.

‘That’s her. That’s Ms Kwan, the lady we’re staying with. She’s a goddess.’

I stopped and stared at him, then put some pieces together. ‘Oh my God, that’s why he calls her Mercy.’

‘Yes. It’s not her name, it’s what she is.’

I decided to give him some rope and see where the story went. ‘Okay, so she’s a goddess. And he thinks he’s Xuan Tian Shang Di.’

Leo nearly dropped his coffee. ‘What?’

‘Dark Lord of the Northern Heavens,’ I said. ‘Zhen Wu, Chen Wu, Xuan Wu. God of Martial Arts. Always wears black. Controls water. The Cheung Chau Bun Festival is held for him. Pak Tai.’

Leo was obviously astonished. ‘How the hell do you know all that?’

‘Oh, come on, Leo, both of you deliberately left those books in my room. And I got curious and did some research. It’s obvious that he thinks he’s a god.’

‘No thinking about it. He really is a god, Emma. Believe me.’

I leaned forward and spoke fiercely. ‘Why should I?’

He snorted. ‘Don’t think I didn’t believe it either when I first joined them. Didn’t take him long to prove it to me though; he just showed me his True Form and then did some unbelievable things with water and…’ He hesitated, searching for the words. ‘Some of the stuff he can do is like magic.’

‘His True Form?’

‘This form, the human form, is only temporary. He has a True Form that he’d prefer to use most of the time. But back to the topic. If I could prove it to you, would you believe me?’

‘Sure, go for it. Let’s see something truly godly,’ I said, my voice thick with derision.

He rose and went out without saying another word.

Before I had a chance to react, he was back with Ms Kwan, who sat next to me. Leo sat on the other side.

‘How to prove to Emma?’ Ms Kwan said. ‘How did he prove to Michelle?’

‘He showed her his True Form,’ Leo said. ‘Animal, not Celestial. It completely freaked her out and she hid in her room for two hours, crying. I had to go in and console her, she was nearly hysterical. She made him promise not to do it again.’

‘He always was one for making foolish promises,’ Ms Kwan said.

‘Animal?’ I said, and hesitated. Then, ‘You think he’s an animal? What the hell sort of animal is he?’

‘Trust me,’ Leo said. ‘You really do not want to know.’

‘It wasn’t that bad, was it, Leo?’ Ms Kwan said. ‘He didn’t even have the Serpent then.’

‘Serpent?’

Leo ignored me. ‘It was pretty bad, Ms Kwan. Freaked me out too. To tell the truth, I’m glad he can’t do it now.’

‘So I must,’ Ms Kwan said. She rose and moved to the end of the room. She gazed compassionately at me. ‘Do not be afraid. I will not harm you.’

I opened my mouth to say something sarcastic and stopped. She was glowing. A gentle white light was emanating from her. Then she grew. She spread and rose and her pantsuit turned into flowing white robes, with a hood over her shining mass of hair. She was nearly ten feet tall. Her face changed into a beatific mask of serenity. She was the image of the statue at Repulse Bay.

No way; had to be an illusion.

No illusion, she said straight into my ear, her beautiful face not moving. Approach, Emma Donahoe.

I rose and walked towards her. As I moved nearer, a warm feeling of comfort filled me.

‘You’re not frightened, Emma?’ Leo said behind me.

‘No,’ I said, turning to look at him. ‘Should I be?’

Leo didn’t say anything so I turned back to her. She held her hand out and I took it in mine. The feeling of comfort spread and filled me until I thought I would overflow. She was vast and wide and wonderful; compassion and help and mercy.

I sighed with bliss.

‘It’s real,’ Leo whispered behind me. ‘She’s Kwan Yin.’

‘It could just be an illusion,’ I said. ‘Or you could have hypnotised me.’

She shrank and pulled inwards and the glow disappeared. My eyes went blurry and she became an ordinary graceful Chinese woman again. She held both her hands out, palms up, and a glowing ball of pure silvery energy appeared above them, about the size of a volleyball. The energy floated towards me and I inhaled sharply and backed away.

‘Do not fear it. It will help you,’ she said.

It took all my courage to stand still while the ball of glowing energy approached me. As it neared I felt her consciousness inside it and relaxed. It was as wonderful as she was. I reached out tentatively to touch it, then looked to Ms Kwan for confirmation.

‘Touch it,’ she said.

I moved my hand carefully towards it. When my fingertips brushed the energy, the charge jumped across to me. It was a wave of pure joy at being alive, as if nothing bad could ever happen to me. It was uplifting and euphoric. The energy drifted away from me and I reached to keep contact.

‘Let it go,’ she said softly.

I dropped my hand, disappointed.

The energy drifted towards the doorway where Mr Chen stood leaning with one shoulder against the door frame. I hadn’t seen him come in. He raised one hand and the energy drifted towards him, then entered his hand and disappeared into him. He nodded to her, his dark eyes full of amusement, and she nodded back.

‘You are very brave, Emma,’ Ms Kwan said.

‘Yes, you are,’ Mr Chen said. ‘So now you know. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anybody.’

I opened my mouth to say that it could all be an illusion, then closed it again. Yes, it could all be an illusion. But the guys that attacked us had exploded into black stuff. Simone had touched the one Leo had captured and his arm had gone black.

I had an important decision to make. Either they were insane and delusional, all of them, or Mr Chen was a god. Either way I could stay or go.

I couldn’t leave. I was much too fond of Simone to leave her. And I could bring a degree of normality into the poor child’s life. I made the snap decision to play along with them for the sake of Simone, regardless of whether he was a god or not. I’d watch and wait and see what happened, and I’d look after Simone. The rest was detail.

‘She is not fully convinced, but she will stay for Simone’s sake,’ Ms Kwan said.

I stared at her, speechless.

‘We don’t expect you to believe it at this early stage, Emma,’ Mr Chen said. ‘As long as you stay and care for Simone, that’s all that matters.’

‘Let us tell you more about it and you can make up your own mind,’ Leo said. He turned and nodded to Mr Chen. ‘I can handle the rest.’

‘Good. I’ll tell Simone.’ Mr Chen went out and closed the door softly behind him.

I pulled my chair out and sat at the table. Leo poured me some coffee. I nodded my thanks and took a sip without really tasting it. It was possible that I was working for a god. I truly wanted to believe it; I still trembled from the euphoric experience of touching the ball of energy.

‘What you have just experienced is a rare gift among mortals, Emma,’ Ms Kwan said. ‘It is not normally an energy we Celestials share.’

‘You’ve been touched by the gods,’ Leo said.

‘Okay, Leo, so tell me the whole story, and this time don’t leave anything out. I want to know everything.’

‘Tell her, Leo,’ Ms Kwan said. ‘She is still unsure and looking for reasons to believe us.’

‘Okay, here’s the whole story,’ Leo said. ‘Xuan Wu is Emperor of the Northern Heavens, ruler of a quarter of the sky; he also owns a complete Mountain in Heaven, on the Celestial Plane. He has palaces, servants, the whole King thing. He gave it all away because his wife asked him to stay on Earth with her.’

‘And that was Simone’s mother,’ I said. ‘Good Lord, Simone’s half god?’

‘Half Shen,’ Ms Kwan said. ‘Ah Wu is a Shen. We are residents of the Celestial, Immortals. If a human being lives a life of purity and compassion they are Raised to the Celestial and become Immortal. That is what happened to me. He is older and stranger, though.’ She smiled at the door.

‘But his wife died,’ I said.

‘The demons got her,’ Leo said. He dropped his head in misery. ‘I failed. I worked for Michelle before she met him, when she was an opera singer touring the US. I was her bodyguard. This demon stuff was all still new when they attacked her. They got her.’ His voice became very soft. ‘I failed.’

‘So now she’s gone, he can go back to Heaven or wherever, can’t he?’ I was looking for gaps in the story. ‘Why doesn’t he?’

‘He promised Michelle that he would not take True Form, and he kept his word,’ Ms Kwan said. ‘But it is a tremendous drain on his energy to stay in human form for so long, and he took it too far. He cannot return to his True Form now without staying in that form for a very long time. Maybe more than a lifetime. So he must stay here in human form and care for Simone, even though it makes him weaker than he has ever been in his history. The demons are after Simone and he must stay close to protect her, despite his weakness.’

‘Those men earlier – they’re demons?’ I said, incredulous. ‘And they’re after Simone? Why?’

‘If they have her, he must obey them,’ Ms Kwan said. ‘It would be dishonourable to harm her, but that would not stop them from taking her and using her as a hostage. He drove them from the face of the Earth a long time ago, and they would dearly like to return to its surface to terrorise humanity again. If they had Simone, he would be forced to let them.’

‘If they have Simone,’ Leo said, ‘he would let them do anything they liked. And he’s the one that protects everybody from them.’

‘He is sworn to destroy them all,’ Ms Kwan said.

Leo sighed. ‘And he can’t hold it together forever. He’s like a battery, losing his charge all the time, getting weaker and weaker. He could charge himself up if he took True Form, but he’s so far gone now that if he did that he’d be stuck in True Form for a long time. They know that and that’s why they’ve targeted Simone. They think he’s so weak he can’t protect her, so they keep coming after her. He’ll lose it eventually anyway, run out of energy and be gone.’

‘That’s what you were talking about in his office,’ I said. ‘After we went to Repulse Bay. He hadn’t told you before that he only has a maximum of four or five years.’

Leo smiled sadly. ‘He drives me completely crazy sometimes.’

‘And you believe all of this?’ I said.

‘After a couple of weeks I think you will too, Emma,’ Leo said. ‘It’s hard not to, because it really is true.’

I sat straighter; I’d found a hole in the story. ‘Why’s he in Hong Kong, not Northern China? He’s the God of the North.’

‘More opportunities for Simone. She’s still in China, but she can learn about the West,’ Leo said.

That made sense. I took a breath. ‘So he really will leave her in four or five years? If people are really after her, what will happen then? She’ll only be eight or nine years old.’

Leo spoke very softly. ‘I’ll guard her for as long as I can. And she’s inherited some skills from him. Hopefully she’ll be able to take any of them by the time he goes.’

‘Hopefully?’

Leo’s smile was full of misery.

‘Okay,’ I said. ‘I don’t completely believe you, but that’s beside the point. The point is that there are people out there who want to kidnap this delightful little girl and we saw some of them this evening. There are people after her and she needs someone to care for her.’ I swiped my hand through the air. ‘All of this god stuff doesn’t matter. Simone’s safety and happiness is the most important thing.’

Leo and Ms Kwan shared a look. ‘Impressive,’ Ms Kwan said softly.

‘He was worried you’d resign after this evening, like all the others did. And then Simone would be heartbroken,’ Leo said.

‘No way will I ever leave Simone as long as she needs me.’ Then I heard what he’d said. ‘Others? How many others?’

‘At least fifteen in the twelve months before you arrived,’ Leo said. ‘He’d just about given up when you came on part-time. When the others saw the weapons they were scared away. You’re the first to find out who he really is.’

‘Leo, do you think he’ll teach me? I’d really like to learn the martial arts.’

‘I dunno, Emma, it’s up to him. But I think it’s a good idea. The more of us who are trained, the better we can defend Simone. You should ask him.’

‘I did,’ I said. ‘He said no, definitely not, and never to ask again.’

Leo glanced sharply at Ms Kwan.

‘Leave it for now then,’ Ms Kwan said. ‘I will talk to him.’

‘Any questions?’ Leo said.

‘A million, but right now I think I’ll just wait and see. I’m not completely convinced, but I’m willing to stay on for Simone’s sake.’

‘Let’s go and tell him then,’ Leo said. ‘He’ll be delighted.’

Mr Chen was sitting on one of the sofas with some Chinese tea on a side table next to him. Simone was busily drawing pictures of the Eiffel Tower, her drawing equipment spread all over the floor.

‘Will you stay, Emma?’ Mr Chen said.

‘Yes, I will.’

‘Thank you. You’re very brave.’

I shook my head. ‘No. I’m completely crazy.’

He made a soft sound of amusement, then nodded towards Simone. ‘Simone’s bedtime now, please.’

I stopped in front of Mr Chen. He was dressed all in black as usual, a scruffy T-shirt and a pair of torn cotton pants. His feet were comfortably bare and his long hair had already come out of its tie.

He saw the way I was looking at him. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I’m not going to grow three heads any time soon.’

Ms Kwan sat in the armchair next to him and he poured her some tea. ‘Four heads, a hundred arms and a thousand eyes,’ she said.

‘Maybe only two heads,’ he said. ‘I keep forgetting. It’s been a very long time now.’

‘Two heads again soon, I am sure, Ah Wu.’

‘Not too soon,’ he said, and they laughed quietly together.

‘I am going to do some research on Xuan Wu the minute we’re back in Hong Kong,’ I said defiantly.

He seemed surprised, then grinned broadly. ‘Go right ahead.’ He crossed his arms over his chest and stretched his long legs in front of him. ‘Seventy-five per cent of what’s out there about me is wrong anyway.’ He gestured with his teacup towards Simone. ‘Bedtime, Simone.’

‘Come on, Simone,’ I said.

‘I don’t wanna go to bed. I wanna draw with Aunty Kwan.’

‘You have to go to bed now if you want us to take you to Tuileries tomorrow,’ Leo said from the dining room door.

Simone leapt up and grabbed my hand. ‘Hurry up, Emma.’

I could feel Mr Chen’s eyes on my back as I led Simone out. I turned. He was watching me, intently. When he saw me looking, he smiled and met my eyes. Something leapt inside me and I slapped it down, hard.




CHAPTER TEN (#ulink_2a6148cf-ca2a-5c62-a944-a22058f958d1)


We walked over the Pont Neuf towards Notre Dame. Simone still had boundless energy and skipped beside us.

The forecourt of the cathedral was packed with tourists from all over the world and there was a long queue curling out from the main entrance.

‘Do you want to go inside?’ I asked Simone. ‘There’s a lot of people waiting.’

‘Notre Dame’s boring,’ she said, and slowed to grab Leo’s hand. ‘Come on, Leo.’ She dragged him across the road towards some three-storey stone buildings around a gated forecourt. Wigged and gowned lawyers walked up and down the stairs. I checked my mini map of Paris: the Justice Building.

‘What are we doing here?’ I said, but they ignored me and I had to hurry to keep up with them.

We went around the corner to where a tiny, dingy chapel nestled under the walls of the office buildings. I checked my map again: Saint Chapelle.

The queue wasn’t as long as the one for Notre Dame. Simone stopped jiggling and stood quietly while we paid the entry fees.

Inside, it wasn’t very impressive. The ceiling was quite low, and there was only a small amount of stained glass.

‘The rose windows are nice,’ I said. ‘Do you want to take a photo?’

‘No,’ Simone said and pulled Leo to the back of the chapel. A curving set of very narrow stairs led upwards. As Simone dragged Leo up the stairs his broad shoulders brushed against the walls, adding to the sheen of many bodies that had been there before.

When we reached the upper chapel the beauty of the interior took my breath away. The ceiling towered above us, with narrow stained-glass windows between the even narrower stone buttresses. The windows extended from ceiling to floor in a glittering dazzle of colours. They were like insubstantial glowing curtains between the fragile stonework of the walls.

A horseshoe of benches had been set up in the centre of the chapel to allow visitors a good view of the stained glass. Simone released Leo’s hand, sat herself on one of the benches and spent ten minutes silently staring at the windows.

A group of young tourists walked past us and Leo watched them carefully. I caught his attention and raised my eyebrows. He shook his head slightly.

Simone hopped off the bench and dragged us down the stairs again.

‘We have to be back at Ms Kwan’s soon,’ I said. ‘Anywhere else you want to go before we leave for London?’

‘Do I have time to go to Boulevard Haussmann and buy some stuff?’ Simone said. ‘I like the shops there.’

‘Sure,’ I said, stretching my feet.

‘Sore?’ Leo said.

‘No,’ I said. ‘Completely killing me.’

He bent to talk quietly to me. ‘Me too.’ He straightened. ‘Not finished yet. Boulevard Haussmann. Okay, I’ll call the driver.’

Simone pointed to the entrance to the Metro station. ‘I wanna take the train. Why can’t we take the train?’

‘Don’t be silly,’ I said. ‘It’s a long way down to the station and a long way up again. It’s much easier to take the van, and we can get to the shops faster.’

‘Okay,’ Simone said. ‘Hurry up, Leo. Can we go to the Eiffel Tower one more time before we leave?’

I sagged. ‘Simone, you’ve been there three times already.’

She grinned up at me. ‘But I like it.’

Leo pulled out his phone. ‘You don’t say.’

After a last lunch with Ms Kwan, we went out into the narrow leafy street where our van waited.

‘I had fun with Aunty Kwan,’ Simone said. ‘She’s my favourite.’

Leo opened the door of the van for us. Simone raced back to Ms Kwan for one last hug and kissed her on the cheek.

‘Look after your father for me,’ Ms Kwan said.

‘Come and visit us in Hong Kong,’ Simone said.

Ms Kwan nodded, smiling.

Leo took Simone and buckled her into the van.

I approached Ms Kwan and spoke softly. ‘I hope it’s all true, Ms Kwan.’

‘Don’t worry, dear Emma,’ she said, smiling gently. ‘Bring him back to me in about eight months; his energy will not last longer than ten. But it is best if I come to him.’ She took my hands and clasped them, and again I felt the warm sensation of comfort. ‘Look after our little Simone. She is very precious.’

‘Don’t worry, I will.’

I looked down at my hands where she held them. I wanted to tell her how much it meant to meet her, what it felt like to talk to her, how special she was. I wanted to thank her. But I couldn’t find the words. I looked up at her in desperation, to find her smiling at me.

‘It’s all right,’ she said, ‘I understand.’

I climbed into the van and sat next to Simone.

Mr Chen came out of the house, stood in front of Ms Kwan, and smiled down at her.

‘Let me know if you see any more of them,’ she said.

‘I will. Go back to your garden, Lady.’

‘I certainly will. All of this is much too elaborate for me.’

She raised her arms and sighed theatrically. ‘Ah, the sacrifices I make for you, Ah Wu.’

He stayed perfectly still, watching her. Then he fell to one knee before her and held his hands clasped in front of his chest in the Chinese salute.

Leo gasped.

Ms Kwan stamped her foot. ‘Ah Wu! If you ever do that to me again I will not speak to you for a hundred years.’

He rose and saluted her again.

Her voice trembled as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. ‘You are a silly old man.’

‘I know. I will see you in eight months.’ He climbed into the van and closed the door. ‘Let’s go.’

I glanced back through the rear window of the van as we pulled away. She was gone.

It was a short hop from Paris to the UK. A driver with a stretch limousine waited for us at Gatwick.

Leo and I sat facing the rear, and Mr Chen and Simone sat across from us, facing the driver. It was a crush with Mr Chen’s long legs and Leo’s huge mass and I understood why Mr Chen usually ordered a van.

Simone slept in the car, but Mr Chen seemed full of energy. He looked ten years younger after seeing Ms Kwan, nearly the same age as me. Whatever it was that she’d done to him, it had worked.

‘Leo, do you think you will be all right without me tomorrow?’ he said. ‘If you and Emma take Simone to the Science Museum?’

‘Should be okay, Mr Chen. There’ll be plenty of people around everywhere we go,’ Leo said.

‘They only come after you when there aren’t people around?’ I said.

Both Leo and Mr Chen nodded.

‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Good.’

They stared at me.

‘Why good?’ Leo said.

‘Because if we always make sure there are plenty of people around, Simone will be safe,’ I said. ‘Obvious.’

Leo and Mr Chen shared a look.

‘Where are you planning to go, Mr Chen?’ I went on. Leo dug me in the ribs and I yelped. I rounded on him. ‘What?’

‘You ask too many questions,’ Leo said.

‘The hell I do. You’re always keeping me in the dark. I need to know what’s going on.’ I gestured towards Simone, who was sleeping on Mr Chen’s lap. ‘For example, now I know that she’s safer with more people around, I can make sure we’re always in busy places.’

Leo chuckled and shook his head.

‘I want to go to Cambridge and meet up with some of my old postgrad colleagues,’ Mr Chen said. ‘It’s been a long time.’

‘You studied at Cambridge?’ I said, and yelped when Leo dug me in the ribs again. I slapped his arm. ‘Cut it out!’

‘Leo, I think I am capable of telling Miss Donahoe if I do not wish to answer her questions,’ Mr Chen said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘I have a PhD from Cambridge. I did it about…’ He paused, thinking. ‘Thirty years ago, I think. I had to rewrite the thesis six times before they’d accept it. I nearly gave up.’

‘Thirty years ago? How old were you when you did it?’

His face shifted until he seemed younger, in his mid-twenties. ‘I was about twenty-five when I studied there.’ He changed again, until he appeared in his mid-fifties. ‘I will be about fifty-five when I go back.’ He changed back to his mid-thirties.

Dear Lord, it was real. I was working for a god!

‘My Lord, that was an unnecessary waste of your energy,’ Leo said, irritated.

‘What?’ I said, glancing from Leo to Mr Chen.

Leo thrust his hand palm-up towards Mr Chen. ‘Throws his energy away all the time.’

I turned my attention back to Mr Chen. ‘Please don’t waste your energy on small things.’

‘Oh come on,’ Mr Chen said. ‘You should have seen the look on your face.’ He smiled at me and his eyes wrinkled up. I felt a rush of affection for him, then pushed it away. Only around for a limited time, and not even human. No chance.

‘What was your PhD in?’ I said.

‘Comparative literature. I compared the stories surrounding the English King Arthur with the stories surrounding me. It was fascinating to draw the parallels – the stories become more embroidered and elaborate as time passes. My supervisor had never even heard of me, he hadn’t done much Chinese literature. He said I was very interesting.’

I choked back the laugh. ‘I’d love to read it.’

‘It’s in my study somewhere.’

‘Oh geez, I’ll never see it then.’ I rounded on Leo before he could dig me in the ribs again and shoved him. ‘Cut it out!’

Mr Chen chuckled. ‘You’ve family here in England, don’t you?’

‘Yes, a big sister. Moved to England with her husband about ten years ago. I haven’t seen her in ages.’

‘If you would like to take some time to visit her, you can,’ Mr Chen said.

‘No, thanks.’

‘You should see your family, Emma.’

‘Maybe next time.’

‘Very well, but next time you will see them.’

I sighed. ‘Okay.’

‘What’s the matter – problems with your family?’ Leo said.

‘None of your business.’

‘Suit yourself.’ He looked away. ‘At least I know when not to ask questions.’

‘Bastard,’ I said under my breath. ‘I heard that,’ he said, a low rumble.

Simone woke as we were passing Hyde Park in Kensington and watched the scenery with delight.

The limousine stopped in a quiet leafy side street outside a white four-storey townhouse with towering ground-floor windows.

A caricature of an English butler waited at the front door: mid-fifties, bow tie, the whole works. The driver opened the door for us and Simone ran to the butler and threw herself into his arms. She kissed him quickly, then pulled herself free and ran into the house.

‘Help the others with the bags, James,’ Mr Chen said, walking up the stairs to the entry.

James came down the stairs to the boot of the car.

Leo stopped in front of him. ‘I don’t need your help, Mr O’Brien.’

‘Orders, Mr Alexander,’ James snapped back.

They stood and glared at each other. I decided to go inside the house without getting involved.

I followed Mr Chen into the entry hall. Old-fashioned black and white tiles covered the floor, and the ceiling stretched away forever. Curved stairs led to the next floor up, with more stairs to higher levels. What appeared to be expensive European art hung on the walls.

Simone was hugging and giggling with a grandmotherly English woman wearing a pale blue maid’s uniform.

‘I missed you, Charlie!’ Simone cried.

‘I missed you too, little Princess,’ Charlie said, lifting Simone and squeezing her. She lowered Simone to look at her properly. ‘You are growing so fast, you’re already a proper little lady.’

‘That’s what Aunty Kwan said.’ Simone screwed up her face. ‘I’m hungry.’

Charlie smiled at me. She had a soft, round face with cheerful sparkling blue eyes. Her greying brown hair was tied in a loose bun.

‘Hi,’ I said. ‘I’m Emma, Simone’s nanny.’

‘Pleased to meet you.’ She smiled down at Simone. ‘Let’s go and find you something to eat.’ She patted my arm. ‘Would you like something, Emma?’

‘A cup of tea would be lovely, Charlie,’ I said.

‘Me too, Charlie, in the study,’ Mr Chen said from where he was checking some documents on a rosewood hall table.

Leo and James came in with the bags, still glowering at each other.

Mr Chen saw them. ‘Will you two let it go!’

Leo and James dropped their heads, apologetic.

‘Put Miss Donahoe’s bags in the room next to Simone’s, James,’ Mr Chen said. ‘And as soon as you two are finished with the bags I want to see both of you in my study.’

Charlie spoke conspiratorially to Simone and me. ‘Come on, girls, let’s leave these silly men to their own business.’

Mr Chen glanced up at us, eyes sparkling, from the other side of the entry, but didn’t say anything.

Charlie sat us at the kitchen table and gave Simone some warm scones with lashings of jam and cream. Simone messily buried her face in them, and slurped on some milk.

‘What’s the problem between James and Leo?’ I asked.

‘James will never forgive Leo,’ Charlie said. ‘He blames him for…’ She hesitated, and glanced at Simone. ‘You know. What happened.’

‘I don’t think it was Leo’s fault,’ I said. ‘He’s very good.’

‘It wasn’t Leo’s fault at all, dear,’ Charlie said, ‘but I think James has to blame somebody.’

Charlie and I were firm friends by the time James came in.

‘I’ve put your bags in your room, Emma,’ he said, and I nodded my thanks. He didn’t lose his crisp London accent, and I began to suspect that the old-fashioned butler thing wasn’t an act. He bent over Simone to kiss the top of her head. ‘Hello, sweetie.’

‘Hello, James,’ Simone said through a crumbly mouthful of scone.

James pulled a cup and saucer from a cupboard and sat at the table with us. Charlie poured him some tea.

‘So, Emma,’ he said, ‘how long have you worked for Mr Chen?’

‘Full-time, about six months,’ I said. ‘But I’d been caring for Simone part-time for another six months before that.’

‘And Simone is happy?’ James said.

Simone nodded through her food.

‘Good. Where are you from, Emma?’

‘Australia. Queensland.’

‘Don’t know anyone there,’ James said.

‘How long have you worked for Mr Chen?’

James hesitated, probably working out something suitable in his head.

‘It’s okay, I know,’ I said.

‘What, already?’ Charlie said.

Simone piped up. ‘We were followed by some demons in Paris. Leo caught one, but Aunty Kwan let it go. So Leo had to tell Emma about Daddy and everything.’

The English staff shared a look. ‘A demon, eh, Simone?’ James said.

‘Yes,’ Simone said with confidence. ‘That’s the right word, isn’t it?’ she added, unsure.

‘Yes, pet, that’s the right word,’ Charlie said kindly. She stiffened and spoke more sternly, ‘I’ll have none of that here.’

‘Not much we can do about it, is there?’ James said.

‘Daddy and Leo will look after us,’ Simone said, full of confidence.

‘They had better,’ James said.

‘So, James,’ I said, trying to turn the conversation away from a topic that might frighten Simone, ‘how long have you worked here?’

‘My family’s been in Mr Chen’s employ for five generations,’ James said. ‘I hope my nephew will take up the mantle when I retire, he’s majoring in hospitality.’

‘My family’s been looking after him for three generations,’ Charlie said. She smiled indulgently at Simone. ‘If only my grandmother could see you, dear.’

‘Mr Chen’s owned this house for about a hundred and fifty years,’ James said. ‘Keeps it very well maintained.’

‘A hundred and fifty years? He’s been coming to the UK for that long?’

‘Longer than that,’ Charlie said. ‘Apparently he’s very unusual in being able to do it, most of them can’t. The records say he stayed away during the Wars, but he’s spent a lot of time here otherwise – diplomatic and trading things.’

‘Wars? World Wars?’

‘Opium Wars,’ James said. ‘Bad times. Don’t even think he was in China. Probably went to the top of the Mountain in disgust. Very unhappy about the whole thing.’

‘He wasn’t involved?’

‘Of course not,’ Charlie said, genuinely shocked. ‘He is an honourable man.’

‘Played cricket for Cambridge when he studied there,’ James said proudly. ‘Best bowler in the team. Brutal fast ball. Broke the lights in the front hall practising.’

‘Twice,’ Charlie said.

I had to laugh; but I could see it.

‘But we haven’t seen nearly as much of him as we’d like, with things the way they are. He spends most of his time in Hong Kong now,’ Charlie said. ‘Poor dear can’t even go to his Mountain. It’s very hard for him.’

‘When Daddy goes, I’m going with him,’ Simone said. ‘We’ll go and live on his Mountain together.’

We all shared a silent look.

Charlie wrapped her arm around Simone’s shoulders and gave her an affectionate squeeze. ‘We’ll just have to see what happens, dear.’ She smiled at me without releasing Simone. ‘Go and unpack, Emma. Simone and I will be fine here, we have a lot of catching up to do.’

‘I’ll show you the way,’ James said, rising.

‘Thanks.’

I lifted the suitcase onto my bed, then fell to sit beside it. He’d owned the house for a hundred and fifty years. They’d been working for him for generations. He’d studied in Cambridge thirty years ago.

A little knot of excitement tightened inside me. He was a god!

Mr Chen appeared in the doorway. ‘Everything all right in here, Emma?’

‘Yes, sir. This room is lovely.’

The room had been decorated in a delightful relaxed cottage style with a fluffy white double bed. The large window overlooked the leafy street.

‘If you need anything, just ask Charlie or James,’ he said.

‘You’ve really had this house for more than a hundred and fifty years?’

He came in, leaned on the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Something like that. One of my newer acquisitions.’

I shook my head with disbelief.

‘You’re handling this remarkably well, Emma.’

‘I think the shock of the whole thing will catch up with me soon.’

‘I do only have a limited time, Emma. And once I’m gone, I don’t know how long it will take me to come back. I’m glad Simone has you now; she adores you.’

‘She thinks you’re going back to the Mountain and taking her with you, doesn’t she?’

He dropped his head. ‘That’s right.’

‘Why can’t you go back to your Mountain?’

‘When she was newly born I could,’ he said. ‘The Mountain is on the Celestial Plane, and a child can travel there under the protection of its mother. The three of us would go there regularly, and I could rebuild my energy there. The Mountain is a part of me, a part of my essence.’

‘But now her mother’s gone, Simone can’t go?’

‘That’s right. And I can’t leave her here alone while I travel to the Mountain; the demons would try for her immediately. I must stay here to defend her.’

‘So you’re stuck here like this.’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I am so weakened now that I cannot even take myself to the Mountain without major risk.’

‘What about taking True Form? Does that help you build your energy back?’

‘Yes, but if I were to take True Form now I would not have the strength to return to human form. I would be stuck in True Form for a very long time. And that would mean leaving Simone unprotected.’

My heart went out to him: he was suffering for Simone; but, even worse, he would soon leave her.

I snapped myself out of it and changed the subject. ‘You’ve really employed Charlie’s and James’s families for generations?’

He shrugged. ‘Charlie’s grandmother was an extraordinary woman. She taught me that Westerners expect to be treated differently, and the relationship they have with their Lord is different from what I was accustomed to. Frankly, I much prefer less formality; the Western way of doing things is very refreshing.’

‘How old are you, Mr Chen?’

He smiled slightly. ‘I have no idea. I don’t remember being born, or gaining consciousness. I do know that I am more than four thousand years old.’

Far too old for me.

‘Does your True Form really have two heads?’

He hesitated, studying me. Then he obviously decided to risk it. ‘Yes. I am widely regarded as the ugliest creature in creation.’

Tall, dark, magnificent, the ugliest creature in creation…It didn’t matter.

‘It’s the inside that counts,’ I said softly. ‘The outside doesn’t matter at all.’

‘You are quite correct,’ he said, gazing into my eyes. ‘The inside is the only thing that is important.’

‘Will we be attacked by demons while we’re here? Or will they wait until we’re back home?’

‘I honestly don’t know,’ he said. ‘They found my weakness when my wife was killed. They are beginning to move in. They definitely won’t attack when I am at Simone’s side; even weakened like this I am capable of taking any of them.’ He sighed. ‘I would understand if you chose to leave now. They will not come after you if you leave my service.’

‘No!’ I said. ‘I am staying with Simone!’

‘You really do love her, don’t you,’ he said softly, his face intense.

The words came out before I even thought about them. ‘More than anything in the world.’ And it was true. Simone was very special to me.

We shared a thought: both of us loved her more than anything in the world.

He turned to leave. ‘I think that Simone and I are very lucky to have you, Emma,’ he said without looking back.

I watched him go, feeling that I was the one who was privileged.




CHAPTER ELEVEN (#ulink_978c253d-cd58-5da4-9a2b-006ba8661c20)


Simone and Charlie sat giggling together over breakfast. When Mr Chen came in he sat at the kitchen table next to Simone. He put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek, and she kissed him messily back.

Charlie quickly rose to serve him some congee. ‘I’ll put this in the dining room for you, sir.’

‘No need, I’ll eat here with the ladies.’

Charlie stood stiffly next to the table, holding the bowl of congee. ‘That’s not fitting, sir; you should eat in the dining room.’

He waved her down. ‘Here. With Simone.’ He smiled into my eyes. ‘And Emma.’

Simone giggled. Charlie sighed with exasperation and placed the congee in front of him. She collected some bowls of pickled vegetables from the kitchen bench and put them in the centre of the table.

‘Sit, Charlie,’ Mr Chen said. ‘Finish your tea.’

Charlie looked uncomfortable, then sat down.

‘Did you make the congee?’ I said. ‘Hold on, you cooked the Chinese meal we had last night?’

‘Of course I did,’ Charlie said. ‘My mother taught me.’

‘And you’re nearly as good as she was,’ Mr Chen said, reaching for some pickled vegetables with his chopsticks. He raised the pickles. ‘These are very good.’

‘Why, thank you, sir,’ Charlie said with pleasure. ‘I should come to Hong Kong and brush up.’

‘That’s a good idea. I’ll arrange it for you.’ Mr Chen stopped. ‘Is the car fit to drive?’

‘Of course it is; it’s in the basement waiting for you. James has been taking it out for regular runs.’

‘You had the rollbar fitted?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good,’ Mr Chen said. ‘I’ll drive it myself to Cambridge.’ He bent his head to speak to Simone. ‘Do you want to come for a drive with me before I leave?’

‘Not in that funny old car,’ Simone said without looking at him.

He moved his face closer to hers. ‘You love my funny old car.’

She glared into his eyes. ‘It’s a silly old car.’

‘Well, I’m a silly old man,’ he said, and they both collapsed laughing.

Leo came in, and stopped when he saw them.

‘Daddy’s going to drive his silly car, Leo,’ Simone said through her giggles.

Leo pulled a coffee mug out of the cupboard. ‘It’s not silly; actually it’s a very nice car.’

‘It’s silly,’ Simone said with scorn. She glared at her father. ‘And so are you.’

‘I know.’ He saw my face. ‘MG TF, 1500cc model, one of the rarer ones. Bought it in 1955. Original owner, low mileage.’

‘Black?’ I said. ‘I didn’t know they came in black.’

‘Nope.’ His eyes sparkled over the congee. ‘Racing green. Only car I’ve ever owned that wasn’t black.’

‘Take me for a ride in it, please,’ I begged.

‘I will if I have a chance, Emma, I promise. But I can’t guarantee anything.’ His face softened as he remembered. ‘All my friends thought I was crazy to buy it. They said it was much too cheap and old-fashioned.’ He looked down at his congee and his voice softened. ‘Michelle loved driving it.’

Leo cleared his throat uncomfortably and poured himself some coffee.

After Mr Chen had gone out, Leo sat next to me at the table. ‘That’s the first time he’s mentioned his wife’s name since the funeral.’

‘Michelle,’ I said. ‘There’re no photos or anything in the apartment.’

‘He shouldn’t have kept it bottled up for so long, poor dear,’ Charlie said. ‘It’s good to hear him talk about it. He’s changed.’

‘In what way?’ I said.

Charlie stopped and mused. Then, ‘I think he just seems happier. Last time he came, he didn’t talk much, he didn’t laugh, he didn’t want to do anything. It’s good to see him so happy.’

‘I wanna go to the Science Museum!’ Simone yelled.

Leo and I groaned.

The next day we all went shopping in Harrods so that Simone could see the toys and Leo could check out the menswear. After the third time through the toy department Simone was becoming restless, so we went back to the menswear section.

Mr Chen called Leo over. ‘How much longer will you be?’

Leo glanced back at the racks and the shop assistant he’d been talking to. ‘Just a bit more.’

‘You’ve already been more than an hour,’ I said, exasperated.

Leo glared at me.

‘We’ll take Simone to the big toy shop in Regent Street,’ Mr Chen said. ‘Take your time, and we’ll meet you back at the house.’

Leo didn’t hesitate. ‘Yes, sir.’ He returned to the shop assistant without looking back.

Mr Chen and I shared an amused glance.

‘I just prefer to be comfortable,’ I said.

‘Me too.’

‘Yeah,’ Simone said. ‘Both of you are really scruffy. Leo says he’s embarrassed to be seen with you, and I should never let either of you buy clothes for me.’

Mr Chen grinned. ‘Good.’

On the final day, we all went to the zoo in Regent’s Park.

‘I’ll have to take you to the zoo in Sydney one day, Simone,’ I said. ‘It’s heaps bigger than this one, and it has a great view of Sydney Harbour.’

‘Turtles!’ Simone squealed and ran to see the Galapagos giant tortoises. She leaned over the fence, delighted. ‘I love turtles. They’re so ugly.’

Mr Chen came and stood between us, leaning on the railing. ‘You think they’re ugly?’

She grinned up at him. ‘Yes.’

‘What do you think, Emma?’ Mr Chen said.

I suddenly realised that he was standing very close to me. Very, very close: his whole body was stretched alongside mine. He put his arm around me to lean on the rail and the shock of the chemistry went right through me.

I took a deep breath and tried to control my reaction.

‘I like snakes better,’ I said. ‘I had a pet carpet snake back in Australia.’

Mr Chen moved closer and leaned into me. His long hair brushed over my shoulder. I found it extremely difficult to concentrate.

Simone didn’t seem to notice. ‘Was it poisonous?’

‘Was what poisonous?’ I said.

‘The snake, silly.’

‘Uh, no, it was a python.’

Mr Chen pulled his arm closer around me. ‘What did you feed it, Emma?’

Leo made some throat-clearing noises behind us. Neither of us paid him any attention.

I turned and looked up into Mr Chen’s glowing dark eyes. ‘Live mice.’

He shifted even closer. His whole body was pressed into mine. ‘Where did you get your mice from?’

I caught my breath. ‘I bought them from the pet shop. Monty only ate about one a week. Then they found out what I was doing with them, so I had to breed my own.’

‘Monty?’ Simone said, still watching the tortoises.

‘The snake.’

Leo snorted. He was the only one who understood the joke. Then, ‘My Lord…’ he said softly, warning.

‘I wonder if they have any poisonous snakes here, Simone,’ I said without looking away from Mr Chen.

Simone pushed her father out of the way and he snapped out of it. She took my hand. ‘Let’s go and see.’

Mr Chen took Simone’s other hand. ‘Okay, let’s go.’

‘I hate snakes,’ Leo said as we moved towards the snake house.

Mr Chen stopped and spoke over his shoulder. ‘Some of my best friends are snakes, Leo.’

‘No offence, sir,’ Leo said sheepishly.

About three hours out of Macau, the jet pilot called for Mr Chen on the intercom. Mr Chen went into the cockpit and talked to him for about ten minutes.

When he returned, he sat and picked up the Chinese book he’d been reading.

‘Is there a problem, sir?’ Leo said.

‘Not at this stage,’ Mr Chen said without looking up.

About an hour later, Simone fell asleep on my lap and Leo carried her to the back of the plane and put her in the bunk.

The pilot called Mr Chen over the intercom again. When Leo returned he looked questioningly at me. I pointed towards the cockpit and he nodded.

Mr Chen came back, sat in his chair, picked up his book and bookmarked his page. He closed the book and put it to one side. ‘A typhoon is headed straight for Macau. It will be a direct hit in the next two hours.’

A direct hit from a typhoon would close the airport. The winds would be ferocious. A small plane had tried to land during a typhoon in Hong Kong a couple of years before, and had flipped over on the runway. Three people had died. And that hadn’t even been a direct hit.

‘So we’ll divert to Taipei or Manila?’ I said.

‘I have to be in Hong Kong later today,’ Mr Chen said. ‘I have an appointment that I must fulfil, regardless of the circumstances. We’ll land in Macau.’

Leo threw himself out of his chair and towered over Mr Chen. ‘If you’re planning what I think you are, you are completely crazy!’

Mr Chen glared up at Leo, irritated. ‘I must be in Hong Kong later today. I have no choice.’

‘You’ll undo all the good work the Lady Kwan did for you!’

‘I’ll probably need to see Mercy about a month earlier.’

‘Wait a minute.’ I pointed at Mr Chen. ‘You’re going to fiddle with the weather?’

Both of them looked at me.

‘Don’t point at a Chinese, Emma, it’s very bad luck,’ Leo said.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Leo,’ Mr Chen said. ‘I am far too big for any fung shui to affect me. I am water. I am shui.’

I dropped my hand and glared at Mr Chen. ‘You’re going to use all that energy that Ms Kwan gave you to move a stupid typhoon? Leo’s right – it had better be damned important if you’re going to waste your energy like that.’

‘I have a meeting with the Jade Emperor,’ Mr Chen said grimly.

Leo sat down, stricken.

‘The Jade Emperor,’ I said softly. ‘The Jade Emperor is so…’ I searched for the word ‘…so awesome, they don’t even have statues of him in the temples.’

‘Believe me,’ Mr Chen said, ‘I would much prefer to divert to Taipei and wait. But the appointment is for this evening at seven and I must be there. The Celestial has come down to the Earthly Plane, to Hong Kong, to see me. It is the first time he’s done this in hundreds of years.’

‘So what are you going to do?’ I said.

‘Move the typhoon, make it hit land about two hundred kilometres from Macau, and make it hit in the next thirty minutes.’

‘You can do that?’

‘I’ll need to change my form, but yes.’

Leo hissed with frustration.

‘Move the chairs, Leo, give me room,’ Mr Chen said. He rose and kicked off his shoes, then pulled his hair from its ponytail and shook it out. ‘Emma, sit with Simone in the back. If she wakes, keep her quiet. I’ll need to concentrate. Make sure she doesn’t come in here. Understood?’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t come in.’

He smiled. ‘I am more impressed with you every day.’

I felt a rush of professional pride at the compliment. Yep, that’s all it was: purely professional.

Mr Chen sat cross-legged on the floor of the cabin. Leo moved the chairs along their rails, then leaned against the side of the plane. Mr Chen closed his eyes, concentrating, and Leo nodded for me to go out.

Simone had slept through all of Leo’s yelling; she was completely worn out. I knelt on the carpet next to her bunk.

The plane rocked slightly, then shuddered. A brilliant white glow lit up the main cabin and shone through the galley. It was as if somebody had turned the lights up very bright.

Simone shot upright and scrambled to the end of the bunk. She hopped out before I could stop her and ran to the door of the galley. The light formed a halo around her and her hair floated with static.

I quickly went to her and held her to stop her from going in. She didn’t attempt to move; she stood at the door of the galley, frozen, watching her father. Her breath quickened when she saw him.

It had to be him, but he was huge and dark and unrecognisable. He still sat cross-legged on the floor of the plane, but had grown so large that his head nearly brushed the ceiling. His long hair floated around his square, ugly face. The glow came from him; it was all around him. He held one hand in front of his chest and the other in his lap. His eyes were closed, concentrating. Any doubts I had held before completely vanished. What sat in the middle of the cabin was definitely a god.

I gently pulled Simone back into the bunk room and sat her on the bed.

‘Is that his True Form?’ I whispered.

‘No,’ she whispered back, her voice trembling. Her little face screwed up with fear. ‘That’s his Celestial Form, for when he’s doing his special things. He’s not supposed to do that.’

‘Lie down and go back to sleep,’ I said. ‘He’s just stopping the big wind outside so that we can go home.’

She threw her little arms around my neck and clutched me. I pulled her into my lap.

‘He’s so scary,’ she whispered.

‘It’s just your dad.’

‘He’s scary.’

I sat with her for about twenty minutes as the plane shuddered and rocked. She buried her face in my chest and wouldn’t move.

Then the light blinked out and I heard something hit the floor with a sickening thump. I quickly rose, still holding Simone, and went to the door.

Mr Chen lay on the floor in his normal form, his long hair spread around his head. Leo was bent over him, his face a mask of misery. When Leo saw us he nodded. I gently lowered Simone and led her to her father.

Mr Chen was unconscious. Leo picked him up like a child and gently placed him into a chair.

Simone took her father’s hand and ran her other hand over his face. ‘Daddy. Daddy!’

‘Will he be all right?’ I said.

‘Yes,’ Simone said, with an expression that belonged on a much older face. ‘He’ll wake up soon.’

Leo rubbed his hands over his face and went into the bathroom.

Mr Chen’s eyes flickered open and he looked around. He saw Simone and pulled himself to sit more upright. ‘Where’s Leo?’

‘In the bathroom,’ I said.

He nodded and relaxed. Simone crawled into his lap and put her head on his chest.

The intercom clicked on. ‘The typhoon made landfall about two hundred kilometres south of Macau, Mr Chen,’ the pilot said. ‘It will be choppy, but we’ll land in Macau on time. I’ll tell you when it’s time to put on your seatbelts.’ The intercom clicked off with an audible pop.

‘You’re a very silly daddy.’

He kissed the top of her head. ‘I know.’




CHAPTER TWELVE (#ulink_2fbcac1f-310a-5eb5-ab50-7bf98d162de6)


The wind was still blowing fiercely when we landed in Macau, but the pilot handled it easily. We piled out of the plane and took our bags through the nearly deserted airport; every other plane scheduled to land had been diverted.

We raced through customs and immigration. Mr Chen didn’t even bother putting our bags on the X-ray machines; he just hypnotised the staff and they waved us through.

Leo glowered.

We hustled onto the boat and took off through Macau’s muddy water, under the enormous spanning bridge that joined the three islands. The water was completely flat.

When we hit the open sea the water still didn’t have any waves at all, and Leo’s expression went even darker.

‘Not my doing, Leo,’ Mr Chen said. ‘The water is always like this after a typhoon, you know that.’ Leo didn’t say anything; he just stomped into the cabin at the front of the boat and sulked. The boat ride back to Hong Kong only took an hour; as fast as one of the Macau Ferry’s jetfoils – the jet-propelled hydrofoils that carried the gamblers between Macau and Hong Kong. I glared at Mr Chen when we reached the pier, but he ignored me. It shouldn’t have been such a quick trip. The jetfoils travelled much faster than ordinary boats.

Leo jumped off the boat and charged through the afternoon Central crowd into a nearby office building to collect the car from its parking space underneath.

When he pulled the car into the lay-by under City Hall, we threw the bags into the boot. I put Simone in the back with me, Mr Chen sat in the front with Leo, and we raced up the overpass to take us to the Peak.

Mr Chen kept glancing at his watch.

‘Will you make it?’ I said.

He checked his watch again. ‘If I’m quick. I’ll need to shower and change first – I can’t go like this.’

‘Where’s the meeting?’

Leo hissed under his breath.

‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.’

‘Grand Hyatt,’ Mr Chen said. ‘Next to the Convention Centre.’ The Convention Centre was shaped like a flowing sea creature, jutted into the Harbour and was clearly visible from all over Hong Kong. ‘He’s taken a suite there for this meeting.’

‘What’s the meeting about? It must be important.’

‘Emma!’ Leo snapped.

Mr Chen sat silently, his face grim. Then he shook his head. ‘No.’

‘Okay,’ I said.

Leo visibly relaxed.

When we reached the Peak apartment building, Leo left the car running in the ground-floor car park. We went into the lift lobby, and Leo brought the bags.

Mr Chen lowered his head and disappeared.

‘He’s not supposed to do that,’ Simone said.

‘He’s in a big hurry,’ I said.

‘No excuse,’ Leo said, glowering.

‘At least he waited until we were in here,’ I said.

When we reached the apartment, the door was already hanging open. Monica came out of the kitchen to help Leo with the bags, and I took Simone into the living room out of the way.

Mr Chen came charging down the hallway in a pair of black silk pants and a black T-shirt, pulling on a stunningly embossed black silk robe. He stopped at the front door and fiddled with the silk toggles and loops on the robe. The toggles fastened across the front of his chest and then down the side. The robe had a stiff mandarin collar, long sleeves, and fell to the floor.

I rushed to help him with the toggles. He nodded his thanks and tied back his hair as I quickly straightened the collar around his throat, then brushed his shoulders.

I was very close to him, with my hands on his broad shoulders. I looked up into his dark eyes and I saw every detail of his noble face.

He reached up, took my hands and lowered them. He looked into my eyes as he held my hands, and something inside me leapt.

He gently pushed my hands away. ‘Thanks.’

‘You’re welcome.’

He grabbed his sword from its hooks on the wall, then spun to pull his shoes out of the shoe cupboard. He tugged them on and raced out the door, his long hair flying behind him – it had already started to come out of its tie. He pressed the button for the lift, fidgeting with impatience as he waited for it.

‘You’ll make it,’ I said.

He turned and smiled. ‘I think I will.’

The lift came and he went in. He smiled into my eyes as the doors closed.

Damn! He looked incredible in that outfit.

Then there was a most satisfying bellow from inside the apartment as Leo discovered the rubber snake in his suitcase on top of his clothes.

We all slept late the next day, even Leo. I checked Simone; still sleeping. If I let her, she’d sleep the day away and be up all night. I would have to wake her soon.

Mr Chen was already locked in his study. I went into the kitchen for a cup of tea.

‘What time did he come in, Monica?’

‘I don’t know, Emma, it was very late.’

When I’d finished my tea, I woke Simone and took her into the kitchen. She didn’t want to eat, but she drank the juice I gave her and asked for more. She sat in my lap with her head on my shoulder, drowsy. The poor child was exhausted, dehydrated and jet-lagged. I didn’t feel much better myself; I had a massive headache.

Simone suddenly perked up and jumped out of my lap. She went to the kitchen door, poked her head around it, then rushed out. The front door banged and I raced after her.

Mr Chen’s personal assistant and his accountant had arrived. I didn’t know their names; I’d just watched them go in and out during the months I’d been working there. They’d never spoken to me before, and now I had some idea why.

The accountant was a smartly dressed woman in her twenties. She never seemed to smile, and completely ignored me whenever she saw me. She wore a beautifully tailored pale green silk suit, expensive shoes and carried a slim designer briefcase. Her hair was tied into a severe bun, but she had a round, elegant face and a slender, petite figure. I’d tried to speak to her in the past but she was always ice-cool and refused to reply.

Mr Chen’s personal assistant was a slim, charming young man of about the same age, with light brown hair. He wore a tan suit and a jolly expression; he had cute dimples when he smiled. He crouched to say hello to Simone.

Simone kissed the young man on the cheek; she obviously really liked him. He smiled up at me from where he was crouched on the floor and I smiled back.

The girl stiffly told him in Chinese to hurry, and he rose, still smiling warmly.

Leo came out of his room, nodded to both of them, and went into the kitchen. They nodded back and headed down the hall to Mr Chen’s study.

I took Simone into the kitchen. Leo sat at the table with a huge mug of coffee and eyes like road maps. My head began to throb. Simone pulled herself to sit in one of the chairs and asked for more juice.

I heard a sound behind me and turned. Mr Chen was leaning with one hand on either side of the doorframe in his scruffy black cotton pants and T-shirt, his long hair coming out over his shoulder and a huge grin on his face. He looked as if he’d just woken from the best sleep in the world.

‘I thought you might like to come for lunch with Jade, Gold and me,’ he said, ‘but looking at you I think I might skip it.’

‘Go away, Daddy,’ Simone moaned. She crossed her arms on the table in front of her and rested her head onto them.

‘Maybe next time, Mr Chen,’ I said. The headache was getting worse.

Leo didn’t say anything; he just glowered into his coffee.

Mr Chen snorted with amusement. ‘I think I’ll leave you three at home next time I go to Paris.’ He threw himself upright and went back down the hall.

My head shot up as I realised what he’d said. ‘Jade and Gold?’

‘Yeah,’ Leo said. ‘That’s Jade and Gold. They’re his lieutenants or something. On the Mountain.’ He nodded towards Monica to indicate that he couldn’t say more.

‘Gold’s nice, but Jade doesn’t like me,’ Simone said into her arms.

‘That’s not true and you know it, sweetheart,’ Leo said. ‘Jade loves you.’

‘Geez,’ I said, ‘I’ve seen them going in and out for months and I didn’t even know they were anything different.’

‘Stay away from them,’ Leo said. ‘Particularly Jade.’

‘I have been. I’m not completely stupid.’

Leo looked as if he wanted to snap back something nasty, then dropped it as a waste of effort.

Mr Chen came down the hall. He had changed into a smart dark business suit with a black shirt and tie. He grinned at us through the kitchen door, but didn’t say anything.

Jade and Gold followed him out of the apartment.

‘Black shirt again,’ Leo said to his coffee. ‘One day I’m going to pull all of them out of his closet and throw them in the trash.’

‘Does he have any other ties besides black?’ I said.

‘Of course,’ Leo said. ‘But he won’t wear them.’

Simone fell asleep on her arms and I had to wake her. She whined, pulled herself into my lap and started to cry into my shoulder. I tried to explain about the time difference but she wouldn’t listen. It was going to be a wonderful day.

I checked the bedside clock: 3 a.m. It was 7 p.m. London time and I was starving. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

Eventually I gave up and pulled on an old pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I tied my hair roughly out of the way and went out to find something to eat.

The light in the kitchen was already on. Leo sat at the table wearing shorts and a ratty T-shirt. He had a huge mug of coffee and looked as miserable as I felt. He grimaced as I went in.

‘You’re mad drinking coffee this time of night,’ I said.

‘Decaf.’

I nodded and sat across from him. ‘I’ve never had jet lag before.’

‘Marvellous feeling, isn’t it?’

‘I’m starving.’

‘Me too,’ he said. ‘And there’s absolutely nothing to eat in this kitchen. Monica only buys one day’s worth of food when she goes to the market. You know how Chinese are about fresh food.’

‘Yeah. Any ramen? Instant noodles?’

Leo grimaced. ‘Nope. Simone ate them all.’

‘Any biscuits left in the tin?’

‘Biscuits? Oh, cookies. Nope.’ He straightened. ‘Want to share a pizza? The pizza place is still open, we can get one delivered.’

‘I want ham and pineapple.’ Simone yawned in the doorway, then climbed into Leo’s lap.

• • •

Simone fell asleep with her head on Leo’s chest. Leo’s head dropped onto the top of Simone’s, and he began to snore lightly. I sipped my tea.

The intercom buzzed in the hallway and I answered it.

‘Pizza man,’ the security guard said.

‘Send him up,’ I said, and returned to my tea.

The doorbell rang and I opened the door. The teenaged pizza guy was on the other side of the gate with the boxes. I opened the gate and he handed me the pizza and the docket. I checked the docket. ‘Wait here.’

He grinned and nodded. His pimply face had a sheen of moisture; the pizza uniform had long sleeves and he was obviously suffering from the heat. ‘Toilet?’ he said in very accented English with a goofy grin.

I gestured down the hallway. ‘Sure. Come on in.’

I took the boxes into the kitchen and put them on the table, waking Simone and Leo. Simone crawled out of Leo’s lap and sat in another chair.

I flipped through my wallet, looking for a hundred-dollar bill.

Simone shrieked. I spun to see her; the pizza guy had come into the kitchen and grabbed her. He hoisted her into his arms and carried her out of the apartment into the lift lobby. He stopped and looked around, searching for the stairwell.

Leo was slow to react, but once he moved he was like lightning. He charged into the lobby. I followed him.

The pizza guy pulled a knife from the back of his pants and held it at Simone’s throat. Simone watched us from under his arm, wide-eyed and silent.

Leo hesitated, his fists clenching.

I turned to run and get Mr Chen, but I was too slow.

Mr Chen charged down the hallway so fast he was a black and tan blur. He was bare-chested, in black pyjama pants. He shouldered me into the living room, grabbed the sword from the wall, ripped it from its scabbard, elbowed Leo out of the way so hard he nearly knocked him over, then spun and took the demon’s head off.

The demon dissolved into black streamers and Simone fell onto the floor.

Mr Chen dropped his sword, crouched over her and touched her hair. ‘Are you okay, sweetheart? Are you hurt?’

‘I’m okay, Daddy,’ she said, then picked herself up and threw her little arms around his neck. ‘I’m not hurt.’ She leaned her forehead on his bare chest and burst into tears.

He flicked back his long braid, then gracefully rose, still holding Simone. He buried his face in her hair and squeezed his eyes shut. He turned and carried her down the hall, then stopped and turned back to where Leo and I stood frozen.




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