C38 The Trip Home

The villa, perched halfway up the hillside, was exposed to the bracing night wind that carried a chill, causing Ho Lee, clad in just a shirt, to shiver involuntarily.

Wu, the man leading the way, was a picture of strength and stature, his back ramrod straight. His meticulous posture was almost intimidating.

Without once glancing back, Wu marched on, oblivious to Ho Lee trailing behind. Ho Lee