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ostentatious rings; a gold identity chain was around his right wrist and a large

gold Rolex was on the left. He looked the picture of a high roller, prepared to
gamble several thousand dollars away at the Dragon’s tables, not a man who
was about to plead for his soul with the most powerful gangster in town.
Wanda did not spot any overt surveillance on them, but she
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per cent certain that Lee had people who watched the place both front and rear.
The many discussions with the other Naval security people of Trojan Horse
had disclosed evidence that the club was well protected, and they had been
advised by both the local FBI and other security agencies that it was hopeless

putting in their own surveillance which would be spotted and, eventually,
dismantled – a polite word for destroyed.
Once inside the street door, Wanda found herself in a dimly lit vestibule
which seemed to have been built of heavy grey stone. In the wall facing them a
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narrow archway led down stone steps to a thick ornate oak door studded with
steel bands.
Her father touched a small button on the door and a grille slid open
disclosing the face of a young Chinese.

‘We saw it was you, Tony. Come on in. Nice to see you keep good time.’
It was obvious that the upstairs vestibule and the area in front of the door
were monitored by concealed cameras.
‘I’m always a good timekeeper, Luk See,’ Tony said with a smile, as the

door was opened to allow them inside. ‘This is my daughter, Wanda. Just so
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you know and don’t get any funny ideas about her.’
Wanda thought she detected a note of serious and sinister warning in her
father’s voice. This was certainly not the man who had wept and pleaded with

her only this morning: now that he was on familiar ground, Tony Man Song
Hing appeared to have found a new confidence.
‘Very happy to see you here, Ms Man Song Hing.’ The young Chinese was
impeccably dressed in a black sharkskin suit, and Wanda felt that he was busily

appraising her body, as were the two other men who obviously guarded the
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entrance with him. But all three of them faded as the sight that greeted her
within The Broken Dragon all but took her breath away.
The interior was huge and opulent, with deep pile carpet under foot and a

decor that was both rich and restrained. A black and gold screen separated the
entrance lobby from the main rooms which were reached by descending a wide
staircase. They were hardly inside before the man her father had referred to as

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