He might have been in his mid-thirties—if that. He was fit, tanned, and good- looking with semi-messy blonde hair that he probably paid a stylist a pretty penny to create. Judging by the suit, I could tell that he was pulling in the big money.

"Okay. Here it goes." Before I could rise Tony stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"You need to do this alone. Take Mei Wah and the car. He'll make sure nothing happens to you. Just remember two things. Don't take too much blood, ...