Act of Revenge [antikvár]

IN AND OUT, WAS HIS THOUGHT AS HE STOOD in the dusty storeroom of the Asia Mail The targets would be there, and FII be here, and the Vietnamese guy would come in through the rear entrance, off of Howard Street, down that litde hallway, and do it. Then the Vietnamese guy would leave the way he came in, and FII walk out through the store. The man strolled back and forth, pacing off the distances, humming softly. He was a slight Chinese man in a cheap blue suit, and a white nylon short-sleeved shirt buttoned to the top. On his feet he wore twelvedollar Kinney loafers over white cotton socks. Nobody would have looked twice at him on any Street in Chinatown, wliich was one of the things he now counted on. Walking out through the mail, through the throngs of Asian people buying cheap clothes, household items, and fabrics, and out into Canal Street. No one would ever have seen him with the men from Hong Kong. A rattle announced a stock clerk coming in from the store with a hand truck. The man in the blue suit stayed where he was, and the stock clerk looked right through him, hoisted a carton of woks onto his truck, and departed. The stock clerk had seen the man any number of times, on the Street or in the mail talking to the boss,