Chapter 8

Shaking out his hand, Wei walked to his desk and picked up the phone.

“Yeah, send Bennett back here.” He hung up.

To me, Wei said, “Help me pick him up.” I stood on one side, Wei on the other, and we hauled the man to his feet, still blubbering about his broken nose.

“Shut up, Merrill.”

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” he wailed as blood dripped down his face and neck and stained his shirt.

“Remember that the next time you try to screw over someone else.”

A voice at the door said, “I’ll take it from here.” I turned my head to see the huge bouncer from the front of the club.

“Get rid of him, Ben.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Bennett grabbed Merrill and hauled him away, none too gently.

“Wei, come on. You can’t mean to—” Wei shut the door on him and walked by me over to the small sink near his desk. It seemed I should say something.