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The Water Rat of Wanchai
The Disciple of Las Vegas
The Wild Beasts of Wuhan
The Red Pole of Macau
The Scottish Banker of Surabaya
The Two Sisters of Borneo
The King of Shanghai
The Princeling of Nanjing
The Couturier of Milan
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and incisive advice.
Ava Lee was in bed, flat on her back, with her head propped up by three pillows. She was awake, and her eyes were fixed on a long, lean woman standing naked next to a window that looked out onto Dianchi Lake. The woman stretched her arms above her head, yawned, and turned to Ava.
“I don’t want to leave,” Pang Fai said. “But I have to get moving.”
“Stay.”
“There will be more than a hundred people at the pre-shoot party tonight. I have to be there. The director is angry enough that I took the weekend off.”
“Surely being one of the biggest movie stars in China gives you some advantages,” Ava said.
“I think the opposite is true,” Fai said. “I’m expected to set an example for the other cast members, and this director hasn’t been shy about making me feel responsible for the ultimate success of the film.”
“And how long will the shoot take?”
“We begin early tomorrow morning, and then it’s at least ten weeks of work. We’ll start here and then work our way northeast to Beijing — city by city, town by town — for about twenty-seven hundred kilometres.”
“I think it’s ridiculous to drag you and the whole crew from place to place like that.”
“He’s a fiend for authenticity,” Fai said. “The whole idea is to have one lonely, brave woman duplicating at least part of Mao’s Long March. It’s a challenging role. I play a farmer’s wife who’s brave — or foolish — enough to protest. I’m supposed to be a symbol representing the spirit of the march, but in reality showing how Mao’s Great Leap Forward betrayed his original ideals and brought unimaginable suffering to ordinary Chinese people. Mao may have wanted to accelerate agrarian reform, but his policies dispossessed farmers, brought on catastrophic food shortages, and caused the deaths of millions.”
Ava smiled. The women were staying at the Intercontinental Hotel on the outskirts of Kunming, in Yunnan province, which was almost three thousand kilometres to the southwest of Beijing. They had arrived from Hong Kong, where they had spent the previous two days. During their time together in Kunming, they had left the room only three times — for lunch and dinner in the Shang Tao Restaurant and for late-night drinks in the Butterfly Bar.
They had known each other for months but had been lovers for only four days. The experience was proving to be momentous for both of them.
Over the years, Ava had had a series of flings before meeting Maria Gonzalez, a Colombian woman living in Toronto, with whom she’d had a relationship that lasted several years. Maria had ended it just as Fai came into Ava’s life. Ava had thought she loved Maria, but now, after these few days with Fai, she was beginning to wonder if she’d ever experienced real love before.
“I could meet up with you on the road here and there,” Ava said.
“No, I don’t want you to,” Fai said. Being gay in China was still considered unacceptable, and public knowledge of Fai’s sexuality would destroy her career. It was a burden that Ava, Hong Kong–born but Canadian-raised, could barely comprehend but knew to be true.
She feigned pain and pulled the duvet over her head.
Fai rushed to the bed, pulled back the duvet, and crawled in beside her. She nuzzled Ava’s neck. “I’m going to miss you, more than I’ve ever missed anyone,” she whispered. “No one but you and me will know that the misery I portray in this role is because you’re not with me. When the film is done, I want to go away with you for weeks, or months, or for however long you can put up with me.”
“Would you consider coming to Toronto? I have a condo in the centre of the city. There are lots of designer shops and every type of restaurant, including Chinese, within walking distance. And we can be ourselves without you having to worry about how people will react,” Ava said. “I also don’t think you’d have to worry about being recognized — my neighbourhood is not that Chinese.”
“I think my ego can handle not being recognized.”
Ava reached down and gently lifted Fai’s chin. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and her hair was slightly dishevelled, but she was the most mesmerizing woman Ava had ever been with. The slightly square chin, strong cheekbones, well-defined lips, and proud nose were in almost perfect proportion. And then there were her eyes. They were large, almost Western, and had triggered gossip about who her parents really were. But it wasn’t their size that Ava found remarkable; it was the way they pulled her in. In many ways, her eyes reminded Ava of Uncle, her former partner, her mentor, and — in every way imaginable, except for bloodline — her grandfather. She had always thought that Uncle communicated with the world through his eyes rather than with words or physical mannerisms. Now, she felt connected in the same way to Fai.
“When do you really have to leave?” Ava said.
“Now.” Fai sighed.
Ava slid her hand down Fai’s body until it rested between her legs. “I can’t convince you to stay?”
“You probably could, but if we start again, how will we stop? I don’t want to leave here feeling guilty.”
Ava kissed her on the forehead. Fai rolled off the bed and reached for her underwear, which lay on a chair. As Ava watched her dress, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw that the incoming number had the Philippines country code.
“Shit, I forgot about this,” she said.
“What is it?” Fai said.
“I think Uncle Chang Wang from Manila is calling. I don’t know if you remember, but he phoned me in Hong Kong. I put him off then and told him to call me tonight.” Ava pressed the answer button. “This is Ava.”
“Good evening, this is Chang. I hope this time my call isn’t inconvenient.”
“No, I was expecting to hear from you. Is Mr. Ordonez there as well?”
“Tommy is in Singapore on business, so it’s just me.”
Tommy Ordonez was the richest man in the Philippines. Chang Wang was his second-in-command. Despite his name, Ordonez was Chinese. He had been born Chu Guang in Qingdao and moved to the Philippines as a young man. In an effort to blend into the different society — and to avoid periodic outbursts of xenophobia — he had changed his name. It was such a common practice in the Philippines that there was even a word for it. Chinese immigrants who adopted Filipino names were called Chinoys, a play on “Pinoy,” Filipinos’ informal term for themselves.
“I’ve always enjoyed our conversations, with or without Tommy,” Ava said.
“That’s a very diplomatic remark. It reminds me of something that Uncle would say.”
He was referring to Chow Tung, Ava’s former partner. Chow and Chang were both from Wuhan, in Hubei province, and had known each other since they were boys. After leaving China, they had stayed in touch for more than fifty years and helped each other innumerable times. The last occasion had been a few years before, when the Ordonez organization hired Ava and Uncle to recover stolen money. They had successfully returned close to fifty million dollars.
“I can’t begin to list the things I learned from Uncle,” she said.
“I miss him,” Chang said quietly. “We used to chat most weekends. Some Sunday mornings I pick up the phone to call him and then realize he isn’t there anymore.”
“I feel that way nearly every day.”
“I know how close you two were. He talked about you often. He adored you.”
“And I loved him.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Ava saw that Fai was now dressed and putting her makeup bag into the small suitcase she’d brought with her. Ava reached under the pillow and pulled out a black Giordano T-shirt that she slipped over her head. “Uncle, excuse me for just a moment. Don’t go away. I’ll be right back,” she said, sliding out of bed and placing the phone on the bedside table.
She walked over to Fai and hugged her so tightly she could feel their hearts beating.
“I want you to call me every day,” Fai said. “You can text and email me too, but I want to hear your voice. The best times are before eight in the morning and after six in the evening.”
“I will,” Ava said. “This is going to be a long ten weeks.”
“But when it’s over, I don’t have any other immediate commitments, and I’m not going to let my agent make any.”
“I’m determined to get you to Toronto. I know you’ll love it.”
“I’ll love anywhere as long as I’m with you.”
“And I feel the same way. But still, you’ll enjoy the freedom we can have there.”
Fai nodded, but Ava saw doubt in her eyes. How can you explain freedom, she wondered, to someone who’s never truly experienced it?
“You’d better go back to your friend on the phone,” Fai said.
“I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Please don’t forget,” Fai said.
Ava waited until the door closed before picking up the phone again. “Sorry, Uncle.”
“That’s not necessary. I realize this is rather an imposition on my part.”
“Except I don’t know what it is you’re imposing.”
“As I said to you the other night, we have a problem here in the Philippines that we need some help with.”
“But I don’t do debt collection work anymore. I’m partners in an investment business with May Ling Wong.”
“Does she still live in Wuhan, and are she and Changxing still married?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve known them for many years, although I haven’t had any contact with them recently. She is very capable and I’m sure an ideal business partner.”
“That’s been my experience,” Ava said. “She’s also a good friend.”
“As someone who doesn’t have any family, I place enormous value on friendship. I was fortunate to have Uncle for so many years.”
Ava didn’t doubt Chang’s sincerity, but she suspected he was stalling as he searched for a way to circumvent her less-than-enthusiastic reaction to his request for help. “And you still have Tommy.”
“We’re not friends in the way I was with Uncle,” Chang said. “We have different tastes and personalities, and outside of the office we never socialize. Inside the business, though, we trust and support each other, and think almost as one mind. For example, when I mentioned to Tommy that I wanted to involve you in our problem, he leapt at the suggestion.”
“Perhaps I didn’t make it clear enough. I’m not only not in the old business, I have absolutely no interest in or intention of returning to it.”
“This has nothing to do with debt collection.”
“Then I’m confused, because I can’t think of any other talents I have that could be of use to you and Tommy.”
“I could spend several minutes repeating what Tommy and I have said about your abilities, but my experience with you leads me to believe you wouldn’t welcome that kind of flattery. Tommy also suggested that we offer you money, but I told him — aside from the fact that you’re a wealthy young woman — this isn’t the kind of problem you can put a price on,” Chang said. “So I guess what it comes down to is I’m asking you to help us as a personal favour — the kind that Uncle and I did for each other over the years.”
God, he’s smooth, Ava thought. Despite her cynicism, her curiosity was aroused, and she couldn’t dismiss his request for a favour out of hand. “Uncle, you have my interest,” she finally said. “What kind of problem can’t you put a price on?”
“On the surface — and truthfully this is Tommy’s main concern — we believe one of our most successful businesses could be at risk. And there are larger issues, Ava, that could have an impact not just on us but on many other people, in the Philippines and beyond.”
“And what do you imagine I could possibly do to prevent whatever it is you’re alluding to?”
“I allude, as you call it, because we lack hard information. We have suspicions but we need to confirm them. We need to determine whether we actually have a problem,” Chang said. “And if we do have one, then we need to develop a strategy to deal with it. But that all starts with having facts. We need someone we trust totally to confirm some things we’ve been told and to gather as much additional information as possible. As Tommy and I remember very well, you have an extraordinary talent for getting to the truth. The truth is what we’re after, and we think you’re the person who can find it for us.”
“What is this potential problem?”
Chang hesitated. She thought she heard ice clinking in a glass and wondered if he was drinking. “Ava, I would like that explanation to take place in Manila,” he said. “I know this will sound vague and maybe even conspiratorial, but I’m not comfortable explaining it to you over the phone. First, it’s very complicated and I’m not as well-informed as some other people I’d like you to talk to. Second, this isn’t something that can be explained in half an hour or even several hours. I believe you should meet and take the measure of the people who’ve related at least part of their suspicions to us.”
“And you have no one in the Philippines you can turn to?”
“Absolutely not. As I said, this is about trust, and the number of people who Tommy and I truly trust we can count on one hand. Of those, only one lives in Manila, and he’s the first person we want you to talk to.”
“Uncle, I really don’t know what to say. I have other responsibilities now.”
“Give us one day,” he said quickly. “Get on a plane tomorrow and come to Manila for one meeting. If you decide to go back to Toronto or Hong Kong or wherever after that, the issue will never be mentioned again and we’ll still be grateful for your time.”
“I’m expected in Shanghai tomorrow for a business review that’s scheduled to last several days.”
“Postpone it,” Chang said. “Please, Ava.”
The word “please” startled her. It wasn’t something she could remember Chang or Tommy Ordonez ever uttering. Not only was it out of character, in her mind it was an acknowledgement that she was their equal.
“I can’t give you an answer this minute,” she said. “I have to think about it, and I also want to talk to my partners and the people expecting me in Shanghai.”
“Of course, do that,” he said. “But there is urgency to this matter. Waiting four days to talk to you wasn’t easy — more than once I reached for the phone. Can you possibly speak to them tonight?”
“Yes, I can, and I’ll call you when I have.”
“Thanks. I’ll stay up until I hear from you,” he said.
“Uncle, you do understand that this doesn’t mean I’m leaning towards saying yes?”
“Please, give us that one day, Ava,” Chang said. “My belief is that if you do, you’ll commit to helping us get to the bottom of this problem.”
He’s dangling bait, she thought. She admired how skillfully he had handled his end of the conversation: he had started it by invoking their connection through Uncle. Then he’d complimented her while insisting that he thought she was above flattery. Finally, he had framed his request as a personal favour. She didn’t know why he thought he had the right to ask for one, since he and Ava were hardly friends, but he had anyway, and it had been exactly the right approach. Indeed, it was probably the only approach that had a chance of succeeding with her.
“Let me make some calls,” she said.
Ava had not been misleading Chang when she said she had meetings scheduled in Shanghai, but what she didn’t tell him was that she’d already had doubts about attending them.
Ava and her partners, May Ling Wong and Amanda Yee (who was also her sister-in-law through her marriage to Ava’s half-brother Michael), owned Three Sisters Investments. One of their largest holdings was in PÖ, a recently formed fashion design company based in Shanghai. PÖ was run by Chi-Tze Song, a Three Sisters employee, and by Gillian Po, who was the sister of Clark Po, the brand’s visionary young designer. They had successfully launched the company in Asia the year before, and just a month ago they had introduced the line to fashion buyers and journalists from North America and Europe, at London Fashion Week.
Initially London had been a success, so much so that PÖ attracted the attention of VLG, a Milan-based luxury-brand conglomerate. But when Ava and her partners turned down VLG’s bid to buy Three Sisters’ shares in the company, the directors of VLG retaliated by attempting to damage PÖ’s reputation in the industry and shut them out of the major Western markets. PÖ fought back, and at a meeting in Macau, VLG had agreed to end the hostilities and help repair PÖ’s reputation. The deal was brokered by Ava’s friend Xu, the Triad leader in Shanghai and a silent partner in Three Sisters, and by Franco Bianchi, who ran the Camorra Mafia organization in Naples and was a silent partner in VLG.
In the days since Macau, VLG had been true to its word, and the meeting in Shanghai was to lay the groundwork for recontacting key Western markets. Ava was feeling some concern that her presence might inhibit contributions from the people who were actually running the business. She was also wondering why May Ling — who had been in nearby Hong Kong when they negotiated the truce in Macau — had begged off going to Shanghai and instead had returned to Wuhan. She had said there were business issues there that needed her attention, but Ava sensed that something else was in play. She reached for the phone and called her.
When May Ling answered, Ava could barely hear her over the background noise. “I’m in a restaurant. I have to go outside to talk,” May said. A moment later the noise died down and she came back on the line. “Where are you?”
“I’m still in Kunming.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all weekend. How did it go with Fai?” May knew Fai from Shanghai and London, where Fai had modelled for PÖ’s runway shows. On a more personal level, she had also spent some time with her and Ava in the bar of the Hong Kong Mandarin Oriental Hotel, on the night that Ava and Fai became lovers. She had long been privy to Ava’s sexual orientation, and now she was aware of Fai’s and the emergence of their relationship.
“It was wonderful.”
“How wonderful?”
“May, I’m not going to talk about my sex life.”
“My problem is that I don’t have a sex life to talk about.”
“Well, good friends though we are, I still don’t want you living vicariously through mine.”
May laughed. “Is that what you’re calling to tell me?”
“No. I’ve been thinking about Shanghai and whether I’m really needed at the PÖ meetings.”
“What’s caused you to ask that?”
“Something else has come up and I’m wondering what I should do about it,” Ava said. “I was also thinking about your return to Wuhan. I know you said it was because you’re busy, but I keep thinking there might be some other reason.”
May didn’t respond right away, and in that hesitation Ava knew immediately that her instincts had been correct.
“I didn’t think it was a good idea for me to go to Shanghai,” May said carefully. “Amanda and Chi-Tze have the hands-on responsibility for Three Sisters’ concerns in that business, and Clark and Gillian are one hundred percent dedicated to it. I felt they should be left to go at it on their own. I know they’re all young, but they’re also very smart and committed, and they won’t learn how to run and grow a business with me looking over their shoulders. They need to make their own decisions and know that they’re trusted to do it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt before you left Hong Kong?”
“I didn’t think it was my place to suggest that you go to Shanghai or not. And truthfully, I wasn’t sure whether my reasoning applies to you in the same way. You’re closer in age to them and you have a different set of relationships. I’m like their mother; you’re a slightly older sister. And let’s not forget, you’re the one who actually saved the business.”
“May, we’re equal partners. What applies to you should apply to me.”
“I didn’t want to impose my opinion on you about how we should operate, because that’s all it is — an opinion. If pushed, I could probably even make an argument for our being there, but in this case I felt it was best to back off. We’ve given Amanda and Chi-Tze lots of responsibility, and there are times when they should be allowed to exercise their authority completely. I thought this was one of those times.”
“I do wish you’d discussed this with me beforehand,” Ava said. “I’m still learning how to work with a team. I’ve spent too many years operating on my own.”
“Next time I’ll speak up.”
“Thanks. What’s strange is that I was having the same kind of thoughts, but I didn’t know how to express them.”
“Does that mean you’ve decided not to go to Shanghai?”
“I have now. I’ll call Amanda to let her know.”
“I think it’s the right decision, and I’m really glad you were considering it before talking to me. I’m sure Amanda and the others will understand,” May said. “So what will you do instead? Spend more time with Fai?”
“She starts shooting tomorrow. She’s going to be completely tied up for weeks,” Ava said. “But I’ve been invited to Manila. In fact, that’s the other reason I wanted to talk to you.”
“Who do you know in Manila?”
“Chang Wang and Tommy Ordonez. Chang called me a few minutes ago. He said he knows you and Changxing very well. Is that true?”
“It is. In fact, Changxing is a partner with them in a Chinese cigarette factory. I’ve only met them socially and have never done any business with them directly. Why did our names come up in your conversation?”
“I mentioned that you’re my partner,” Ava said. “He had called to ask me to help him and Ordonez with a problem they have. I told him I’m not in the debt collection business anymore, and that you and I have our own investment company. He was very complimentary about you.”
“Knowing him, I’m sure you’re exaggerating about the compliments,” May said. “What did he say when you told him you aren’t in the old business?”
“He told me their problem has nothing to do with that. He asked me to go to Manila tomorrow for a meeting, and he made it clear that if I accept, he’ll consider it a personal favour. He asked me to commit to one day, but with all the flying involved, it will most certainly be two days, if not more.”
“What’s the problem?”
“He told me it’s serious but wouldn’t give any details over the phone. He said he wants me to get those directly from the sources,” Ava said. “The thing is, I’ve never known him to overstate anything, and he was quite insistent, though in the politest way imaginable. He even said ‘please’ several times.”
“The Sledgehammer said ‘please’? That’s a first,” May said. “He usually just curses and makes loud threats.”
“I’ve heard that about him but I’ve never experienced it,” Ava said. “He has never been anything but courteous towards me. But then Uncle and I did save him and Ordonez fifty million dollars, and considerable embarrassment.”
“I remember hearing about that. I was told that Chang and Uncle were lifelong friends, which also speaks well for him.”
“But May, I don’t know what to do. Now that Shanghai is off the table, I have the time, but I don’t know if I’m willing to take on someone else’s problems.”
“Chang and Ordonez have to be the most powerful business combination in the Philippines,” May said.
“I think that’s true.”
“I also have to say that I’m intrigued by the manner of Chang’s request,” May said. “He and Ordonez obviously have tremendous respect for you. Having them indebted to you could be very good for our business in the Philippines and here in China. Chang still has deep financial roots in Hubei and Wuhan, and Ordonez has made some substantial investments in and around Qingdao.”
“Are you telling me I should go to Manila?”
“No, but there might be some benefit for us if you did.”
“It could also turn negative if I went and then decided not to help or couldn’t help with whatever problem they have,” Ava said. “I need to think about this a bit more.”
“I’m sure whatever decision you make about Manila will be the right one. You know Chang better than I do.”
“I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve made up my mind.”
After they said their goodbyes, Ava sat quietly and thought about Chang. How well did she actually know him? She’d met him in person twice, both occasions related to the recovery job she was doing for him and Ordonez, and both times with Uncle by her side. He had come to Uncle’s funeral and they may have exchanged words, but she had no specific memory of that, or of anything else that day except for the shock of meeting Xu for the first time.
She hadn’t even known Xu existed until a few days before, when had he sent some of his Shanghai Triad crew to Borneo and saved her life. He had appeared at her side as she was walking behind Uncle’s casket to the graveyard in Fanling, and after the burial he walked back with her to the funeral home. On the way there, he told her that Uncle had been mentoring him for years, and that one of Uncle’s last wishes was for the two of them to forge a relationship. Despite her initial doubts they had done exactly that, and now she considered him the most important man in her life, her ge ge — big brother.
Would Xu know Chang? she wondered. He must, she reasoned. His father, like Chang, was from Wuhan and had been a lifelong friend of Uncle’s. But had Chang and Xu’s father stayed in contact? Ava reached for the phone and called Shanghai.
“Wei,” a woman’s voice replied.
“Auntie Grace, it’s Ava.”
“Hello, my dear, how are you? Xu said you will be visiting Shanghai in the next day or so. I know he’s meeting you for dinner, but will you be coming to the house?”
“I’ve had to change my plans,” Ava said to Xu’s elderly housekeeper, who had once been his nanny. “That’s one reason I’m calling. Is Xu available to chat?”
“He’s sitting outside by the pond with a glass of whisky and his cigarettes,” she said, disapproval in her voice. “I’ll take the phone to him.”
There was silence, then Ava heard a door opening and Auntie Grace say, “A call for you. And don’t shake your head — it’s Ava.”
“Mei mei,” he said a few seconds later. “Are you in Shanghai already?”
“I’m still in Kunming and I’ve decided not to go to Shanghai. May and I have just talked, and we feel it’s better for Amanda and Chi-Tze to manage the meetings with the Pos.”
“Things are still on track?”
“Absolutely. VLG has followed through on all of the commitments they made.”
“That’s good to hear. And even though you don’t think you’re needed at the meetings, you do know that you don’t need a reason to come to Shanghai. Come and stay here for a few days. Auntie Grace would be thrilled.”
“As tempting as that is, I have another offer that I’m considering, and I want to discuss it with you,” she said.
“Offer?”
“Yes. Do you know Chang Wang?”
“For more than thirty years. He and my father were friends and I’ve met him many times.”
“Was he a member of the Heaven and Earth Society?” she said, referring to the formal name the Triads used for their organization.
“I’ve heard that he took the thirty-six oaths, but I don’t believe he was ever active. Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering, given his association with Uncle and your father.”
“I assume he’s the person who made you the offer?”
“Yes. He phoned to ask me to go to Manila to look into a problem he and Tommy Ordonez have,” Ava said.
“What kind of problem?”
Ava related her conversation with Chang, including his reluctance to give her any details.
“He’s consistent — the most close-mouthed person I’ve ever met,” Xu said when Ava finished. “Information is power and power gives you control. That’s how he and Ordonez have always operated. If they can’t completely control a project, they’re usually not interested in it.”
“This is a problem, not a project.”
“That won’t change the way they think and act.”
“You sound as if you’ve had some unpleasant experiences with him . . . with them.”
“My father tried to do some business deals with them, but nothing was ever finalized. There was always that problem of who had control. And then, of course, their idea of a fair profit split was ninety-nine percent for them and one for us.”
“Why did your father bother?”
“On a personal level, he and Chang were close. They grew up together with Uncle in Wuhan. They escaped China together and they helped each other over the years. The main problem with doing business with him is Ordonez. On his own, Chang can be reasonable. But when he’s with Tommy, he takes on Tommy’s personality.”
“I saw some of that when I was chasing money that had been stolen from them,” Ava said. “When Chang was alone with Uncle, he was more considerate, almost gentle.”
“He had tremendous respect for Uncle, and from the sound of what you’re telling me, it’s a respect he may have transferred to you.”
“I don’t know how you can make that inference.”
“He may be closed-mouthed, but when he does talk, he doesn’t dissemble. When he said that he and Ordonez trust you, I’m sure he meant it.”
“Except he doesn’t trust me enough to tell me specifically why he wants me to go to Manila.”
“He told you enough to tempt you, though, didn’t he.”
“He did, and May thinks that if I take it on and it works out, it could help our business prospects in the Philippines and in China.”
“They’re heavily invested in both places, and you can’t overestimate their guanxi, their influence, especially in the Philippines. May’s correct that having them on your side and owing you favours could open many doors for you. Their guanxi is the benefit you want, rather than any attempts at a business partnership.”
“Is it substantial enough to justify my going to Manila?”
“I think so,” Xu said, and then he paused. “But Ava, I don’t recommend that you go unless Chang is more forthcoming up front. Remember what I said about information, power, and control. You need to let him know that if you go, it will be on your terms and not his. As a first step, I think you should demand more information.”
“I like that idea, although I have to say they already know I work on my own terms. We butted heads a few times when I did that job for them. They know they can’t push me around.”
“Then you already have the advantage.”
After her conversation with Xu, Ava thought about calling Amanda, and then she decided there was no point in putting off Chang.
“Ava, I’m so pleased to hear back from you so quickly,” he said.
“I’ve rearranged my schedule,” she said. “So I can come to Manila if I decide to.”
“If you decide to . . . You still haven’t made a decision?”
“No. Before I do, I want more information about the problem you’re facing.”
He paused. “I explained to you that I don’t want to do that over the phone. It’s best done here in person.”
“You mentioned that it would be someone other than you who would be briefing me. Who is it?”
“The name wouldn’t mean anything to you.”
“Uncle Chang, in case I’m not being clear, let me be very specific. You need to tell me a lot more than you have, or I’m not coming to Manila. And I apologize if you think I’m being rude.”
“Your candour is appreciated.”
“Appreciated enough to have it returned?”
He hesitated long enough that Ava began thinking about where she would go when she left Kunming. Hong Kong? Toronto?
“His name is Miguel Ramirez,” Chang said. “He’s a Philippine senator, and he’s our partner in a business that we think might be at risk. I’m sure if you go online you’ll find a substantial amount of information about him, but nothing about our business partnership. We all thought it best to keep his involvement private.”
“I’ll do a search, and thank you for disclosing his relationship with you,” Ava said. “Now this business, this problem — is it in Manila?”
“The business and the potential problem are not directly connected. As I told you, this is a complicated matter that goes far beyond our normal commercial concerns. The senator can outline it in detail.”
“But you haven’t answered my question. Is the problem in Manila?”
“That is very difficult to answer.”
“Uncle Chang —”
“Ava, don’t be annoyed,” he said quickly. “I’m not being evasive. I’m just trying to accurately represent the potential complexity of this problem. While the simple answer to your question is that it has its source in Tawi-Tawi, its impact could be far more widespread.”
“Where, or what, is Tawi-Tawi?” she asked. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s the southernmost island in the Philippines.”
“I thought that was Mindanao.”
“Mindanao is a large region with a lot of islands. Tawi-Tawi is one of them.”
“And what is your problem in Tawi-Tawi?”
“Zakat College.”
“What?”
“More properly, the Zakat College of Tawi-Tawi.”
“That’s a strange name for a college.”
“The word zakat is Arabic. I’m not entirely sure what it means.”
“Are you telling me that the college is Islamic?” Ava asked.
“That’s what we’ve been told.”
“And what else?”
“We’ve been told there are things going on inside the college that could be disruptive.”
“To whom?”
“The entire southern region of the Philippines could be affected, and if it is, our business might be crippled.”
“How could a college impact the region, and your business?”
“You need to talk to Ramirez,” he repeated. “He’s the one who brought these concerns to us, and he’s the one who really understands their ramifications.”
“This already sounds like it’s far removed from my expertise.”
“You’re making an assumption that you should resist until you talk to Ramirez,” he said. “I promise you, Ramirez is by far the best equipped to explain everything. You will find that he is an intelligent and thoughtful man.”
“Is that all you can tell me?”
“It’s all I feel qualified to say.”
Ava drew a long, slow breath. Chang had been only slightly more forthcoming, but she sensed that his reluctance wasn’t just stonewalling, that it might have some justification. The question was, had he told her enough to convince her to go to the Philippines? She thought of the last time she had seen him. It was in the Old Manila restaurant in the Peninsula Hotel, and she and Uncle had just agreed to take on the collection job. Chang had become quite emotional when they told him; he’d expected them to decline. What had impressed Ava was how calm and considerate he’d been as he waited for their anticipated rejection. She could feel the same kind of restraint on the other end of the phone line. What would Uncle want me to do? she asked herself.
“I’ll try to get to Manila tomorrow,” she said. “I’m not sure about flight connections from here, but I’ll check as soon as I hang up.”
“I would send the company jet to get you, but Tommy has it in Singapore and he is going to the U.K. from there,” he said. “We’ll pay for your flight, of course, first class. Do you have a hotel preference? I remember the last time you were here you stayed at the Peninsula. Shall I reserve a suite for you there?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I’ll see that it’s done, and when you’ve booked your flight, let me know the details. I’ll have to make arrangements at Aquino Airport for your arrival and pickup.”
“I’ll call you the moment the flight is booked.”
“Thank you,” he said after a slight hesitation.
“Was there something else you wanted to say?” she asked.
“No.”
“Then I’ll talk to you in due course.” She ended the call and sat back in the chair. What have I just committed to? she thought.
She sat down at the room desk, took a black Moleskine notebook from her bag, and opened it to the last page. She wrote Chang Wang across the top and then jotted down Tawi-Tawi, Zakat College, and Miguel Ramirez. She then began to make a list of questions that came to her as she mentally reviewed her talk with Chang.
When she worked with Uncle, she had kept a notebook for every job they undertook. In it she recorded names, numbers, and thoughts and generally tracked the progress of the investigation. When the job was done, she stored the notebook in a safety deposit box at a bank branch in Toronto. It was a habit that she hadn’t broken. The front part of this notebook was filled with details of the conflict with VLG. Her friends found it amusing that she still insisted on writing things down the old-fashioned way. Her response was that the act of writing, of creating a permanent record, helped her remember and process details in a way that using an electronic device couldn’t.
The list of questions grew until it almost filled the left-hand column of the page. Ava felt increasingly apprehensive about the commitment she’d made. She reached for the phone.
She spoke to Amanda first. The news that Ava would be going to Manila to help an old friend of Uncle’s instead of going to Shanghai elicited some disappointment but no objections, which made Ava realize that May Ling had probably assessed the situation more accurately than she had.
May Ling was next on her list, and she was immediately and enthusiastically supportive of her decision. “The fact that you’re going there at all should create some obligation in return,” May said.
“I’m not going in with the expectation of getting repaid sometime down the road.”
“Of course not, but it wouldn’t hurt if that was one of the results.”
Ava was about to caution her about prejudging the outcome but bit her tongue. One of the many things she loved about May was her practicality.
Xu was her last call. He was quiet while she related her conversation with Chang. “He must really need you,” he said finally.
“Well, he certainly thinks he does. I just don’t want to disappoint him.”
“Ava, whatever help I can provide, I will. Don’t hesitate to ask,” he said.
She smiled. With May and Xu, she never had to worry about having her back covered.
After she ended her call to Xu, she opened her laptop. It had been sitting on the desk, ignored, all weekend. She had begun to search for flights when she was struck by hunger pangs. She reached for the room service menu, quickly ordered, and then returned to the computer.
Getting from Kunming to Manila was harder than she’d expected. There were no direct flights; the quickest, simplest route was to Hong Kong on China Eastern Airlines and then a Cathay Pacific flight to Manila that didn’t arrive until eight o’clock in the evening. She checked her other options, but that was the best one. She reserved first-class seats on both flights and then phoned Chang.
“There’s nothing earlier?” he said when she gave him her schedule.
“That’s the best I can do.”
“All right, we’ll make it work. I’ll get back to you with details from this end.”
She leaned back in the chair and sighed. She needed to prepare for the meeting, and that meant getting some information on the Zakat College of Tawi-Tawi. She found some general information online about Tawi-Tawi and a couple of colleges on the island, but none with the name Zakat. She looked up the word.
“Zakat — an obligatory payment made annually under Islamic law as almsgiving for the relief of the poor,” read one definition. “The mandatory charitable process for Muslims to spiritually purify their annual earnings,” read another. The literal translation of the word was “that which purifies.”
The doorbell sounded before she could delve much deeper. She let in the room service attendant and stood by as she set up the table for dinner. She had been hungry when she ordered, but now she felt ravenous as the hot and sour soup and beef with fried noodles and XO sauce were laid out on the table. She opened the half-bottle of Pinot Grigio she’d ordered and then dug into the food.
The soup portion was big enough for two and loaded with shrimp and scallops. The noodles were piled high on a large plate. The slivers of beef almost melted on her tongue, and the XO sauce gave the dish a spicy kick. Almost unawares, Ava finished the half-bottle of wine. She took a smaller bottle from the room bar and made it last until she’d polished off her meal.
I’ll need to exercise tomorrow, she thought as she stood up from the table. She liked to run and managed to do ten kilometres three or four times a week. If she was stressed she ran more often, and the runs were longer and harder. She also practiced bak mei, a centuries-old martial art that was taught one-on-one and had very few disciples because of its physical and mental demands. She had started training when she was in her teens and didn’t become proficient until she was in her mid-twenties. It wasn’t a pretty martial art. It was designed to inflict damage by attacking the most vulnerable areas — eyes, nose, ears, nerve endings — of an opponent’s body. During her days working as a debt collector with Uncle, she’d been attacked more times than she could remember by men wielding guns, knives, tire irons, or their own fists. Bak mei had saved her more than once.
She groaned. I’ll go for a long run and maybe a bak mei workout tomorrow, she promised herself. She was five foot three and had weighed about 115 pounds since she turned twenty. Her slim physique was partly genetic, but she knew the exercise made a difference. Uncle used to joke that she ate more than any man he knew; he said one day she would wake up weighing two hundred pounds.
She sat down at the desk with the intention of doing more research on Tawi-Tawi. Just as she opened up a website, her phone sounded and she saw Uncle Chang’s number on the screen.
“Ava, Ramirez will see you at his home. He lives on Flame Tree Road in Forbes Park, which is in the Makati district.”
She’d been to Makati, the commercial centre of Manila, and she knew Forbes Park was a wealthy residential district next to it. She tried to calculate when she might arrive at the house on Flame Tree Road. She was familiar enough with Aquino Airport to know that clearing Customs could be tortuous at any hour and that traffic in the city could be equally slow. Even if her flight arrived on schedule at eight, she figured she’d be doing well if she reached Flame Tree Road by ten.
“It could be late by the time I get there,” she said.
“We’re making arrangements with Immigration Services to have you escorted through Customs and Immigration, and he’s sending a driver to meet you. He also doesn’t care what time you get to the house.”
“Will you be there?”
“No. I don’t want to interfere. Ramirez is the man you need to listen to, but we can talk afterwards.”
“Sounds good,” she said.
After ending the call, Ava was overcome by a yawn so powerful it made her shiver. She had spent the weekend running on sexual adrenalin, surviving on less than eight hours of sleep in total. Now the combination of wine, the dinner, and Fai’s departure came crashing in on her.
Tawi-Tawi and Miguel Ramirez will still be there in the morning, she thought as she fell face down on the bed.