“I take it you got ed?” Mei Lin asked again as tern owards Quarry Bay.

        “Yes. I    c data traffiit server for large data trao Ne montitution a t ers bined.”

        “itution?” Mei Lin asked, glang side him.

        “tsingy.”

        “tsinger. ion. Iing.”

        “Yep. A manages mirror servers for too. I created a nesing of sense doesn’t it?” Caldwell mused.

        “You    say t again. Good stuff Caldakes just    sky    gave Calds about o suggest.

        “t to get rough?”

        “I guess t depends on your plans.”

        “I see.”

        “”Look, I am going to     of explanation ic.”

        “I’m not surprised. rikes me as tigype.”

        “I guess.”

        Mei Lin pulled tern o a side ramp    said Nort. t an old yello read: Nort Funeral Parlour & Cryogenics ter. Several stalls outside seemed to be doing a r trade in selling botural funeral hs of various shapes and sizes.

        “Cryogenics is big here?” Caldwell asked.

        “A grorend. tio t Cryogenics is going to ive of t t people, actually.”

        “I ’s asill stored there.”

        “O. t is very likely. ty years or somet. It’s all gover subsidized any t pause of someone making up a story on the fly?

        “I migake to London.”

        “t of disappoi in her voice.

        “I t’s th Fouler.”

        “You    aled out.

        “Of course. e’ll o see.”

        “You yped in a code, disabled tem and removed it from its slot by they disembarked.

        A couple of young Cices in ss and flip-fops    to look at tled loudly.    in rols stig out be tattoo of some kind of mystical serpent on attoo flipped bad fort appear as tattoo of a dragon. o his silver shock of spiky hair.

        A attooed    amazing potbelly Cald from under a silver electric Mercedes. o Caldwell.

        “Young sister Mei,    seen you in a long time,” tonese. s out of t of s and ceremoniously offered to ting one and taking a big puff.

        “Been busy, Boss tong,” she said.

        “ do we he Range Rover’s body.

        “Got    from beraffic.”

        “Iing,” o survey teenage mec of ug boats vag th of an o liner.

        “It appears you’ve been s at too. Lot’s of acts today,” Boss tong observed slyly, kling work.

        “?” asked Mei Lin.

        “ell, you see t Mercedes t looks like not from t to in about an     in tupid guys craso a Park N Soilet paper for everyo of tely mangled. It’s going to be oing it back toget t I am plaining. tong Motor Repairs Ltd. s of it.”    tle joke.

        Mei Lin and Cald eacher.

        “For you ter Mei, ,” ruing t eac to the Japanese.”

        “Of course, of course. o? ,” Mei Lin said, affeg sympats.

        “O only belongs to te. t many e guys s and bruises. to go to tal, s of    a face like tong broke out into ter, ly.

        “Iing. I    friend at t of moo find out t. Big story you knos involved in car act.”

        “Oo pay?” Boss tong’s alco up at t of a quick buck.

        “I’ll o c ty thousand hong Kong dollars.”

        “e.” Boss tong ruso turned ocopy of a    Report form.

        “Everytly meic said slyly.

        Mei Lin reac for t Brotong pulled it back like a cobra rearing back to spray venom in its victim’s eyes.

        “Money in advance, young sister Mei.”

        “OK. Not a s in trouble. I    only pay you in g t into credit at reasoes, riges out of    pocket and ong ty tes.

        “Eveer,” Boss tong said. “Some of my business associates prefer not to leave aronic trail. Of course not a er Mei, you know me.”

        “Yeaohe door.

        “I t you ed your bumper fixed,” Boss tong protested. tices    i in tcum.

        “I o get to my friend, I’ll bring ter,” Mei Lin explained    report in the air.

        Cald in tg’s ss. tly mecarted t report. t sime, place, octs, veype registration, taumbers and ties involved in t. Mr. o and Mr. Juniced as living at a residential address in t it ial development favored by middle-ranking Japanese diplomats and attaches.

        ***

        No. 10 S before in attendaly floions and excries before disappearing into antly made small talk s. Bots seemed to be flirting    ty-five years old,    and good-looking in a sporty kind of oo friendly for Caldor Caller and more intellectual looking.    look of someone from a family ory of business success.

        tting in tcs asked several questions about London and ticularly ied in kno. ts’ apparent ignorance suggested t only Mei Lin ae o the real reasons for his presen hong Kong.

        “Fouler feels t    out of touc’s going on in Neo e do up to speed ’s happening here.”

        “Good old Fouler. Al of touc seems to kor ess.

        “Very muc’s    ty.” ts eyed    believing a word o why he was in hong Kong.

        “ell o t tell Fouler, if you    kind of cleara it is getting o get intelligen es in t    it,” g plained.

        “Just you two?”

        “Yea even time. e fly up once a mont tis t result in not to go up to Beijing    not nearly often enough,” Ma chipped in.

        “So o spill. t let out something useful.

        “Same old Ser of tter-of-factly.

        “So eced.

        “Not a lot, except through of some kind.”

        “ kind of breakt knos AI, ot to knoo believe. t’s igating instead of pusor g added.

        “true,” Cald-mindedly. SometV    tention.

        Nein:

        A fire ravaged t toral ternoon at 2.03PM. t after tronic Xceleunications paed to police t truder in ta ter trol room. trol room is also located on ts    related and t tigated ment. Arson    been ruled out. tarted out at terminal of one of t.

        Neions is one of t providers of data ectivity and data ter services in er C data links to major cities in Neo some of t panies and institutions in bot er data and information systems    affected as only a siernal terminal royed in the fire.

        Neions, also kno, is owned by hong Kong’s powerful Lee family.

        “Bloody ?” exclaimed Anthony Ma.

        “Mr. Lee is going to be really pissed,” Victor g observed.

        “Yeaomers,” Antorted, laughing.

        Caldoo stuo say anytood up,    of to tting at    er terminal.    on to endless expanses of greenery and a    the house.

        “I guess you sahe news?” Caldwell asked.

        “Yes. I take it t    you?”

        “Of course not. ?”

        “Just c of a ce. Don’t you think?”

        “Yea ’t o do a traffiit server    it? t’s impossible. Intrusioion AIs ’t start a fire.”

        Mei Lin looked at ally trying to figure out    an AI could go about starting a fire. She shook her head.

        “Impossible.”

        “Exactly.”

        “I t to    and ted someter get to work,” sed.

        “Doing w?”

        “Yoing to singy’s systems right?”

        “Yeah.”

        “ I take you doo tions Room and I’ll see you doer.”

        “hy, where are you going?”

        “I’ve got an appoi in Kornhill.”

        “Kornhill?”

        “I t’s about time    exactly o.”
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