Memories of Midnight [antikvár]

PrologueKowloonMay 1949" I T must look like an accident. Can you arrange that?'' It was an insult. He could feel the anger rising inI him. That was a question you asked somé amateur you picked up from the streets. He was tempted to reply with sarcasm: Oh, yes, I think I can manage that. Would you prefer an accident indoors? I can arrange for her to break her neckfalling down aflight ofstairs. The dancer in Marseilles. Or she could get drunk and drown in her bath. The heiress in Gstaad. She could take an overdose of heroin. He had disposed of three that way. Or, she could fali asleep in bed with a lighted cigarette. The Swedish detective at L'Hőtel on the Left Bank in Paris. Or perhaps you would prefer something outdoors? I can arrange a traffic accident, a pláne crash, or a disap-pearance at sea.But he said none of those things, for in truth he was