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  ‘Stone, tell Leo that he is such a man-whore,’ I said.

  Venus’s eyes went wide.

  Oh snap, Leo said. Can you do me a favour and come up to the bank when you’re done there and scare the living daylights out of these assholes for me? I need backup!

  Venus obviously heard it too. ‘He did not just ask you to go rescue him?’ he said.

  I shrugged. ‘Apparently I do “angry gweipoh” extremely well.’

  ‘What is that? Angry “foreign grandmother”?’

  ‘You don’t see them as much any more, but back before the Handover they were everywhere.’

  ‘The Handover?’

  ‘Hong Kong to China, in ‘97. Anyway, imagine this. You have a wealthy English lady, probably from an old, titled family, who’s always had everything her own way. Back in England, tradesmen came to her house at the snap of her fingers, she paid them very well for the finest-quality work, and was treated like a princess by everybody. She comes here and the quality of the work is slapdash, tradesmen turn up at eleven at night, customer service is sloppy everywhere, and nobody treats her like a princess. After a couple of years of this, she gets angry with the whole thing. The minute anything isn’t exactly as she wants it she throws a huge tantrum to get things moving. Well, that’s what Leo wants me to do for him over at the bank.’

  ‘Sounds like some of the local women as well,’ Venus said wryly.

  ‘Yeah, I saw that YouTube of the woman throwing a tantrum at the airport too,’ I said.

  We were interrupted by a woman loudly arguing with the waiter about the items on her bill, and shared a smile.

  I finished my coffee, caught a waiter’s eye and drew a circle in the air to indicate that I wanted the bill. He nodded and turned away to retrieve it.

  ‘Nothing else exciting happening?’ I said. ‘Sounds like things are reasonably under control for a change.’

  ‘The Demon King still tries us, but for some reason his attempts lately have been half-hearted,’ Venus said. ‘Oh! Er Lang.’

  I sagged over the table, picked up my fork and drew circles in the remains of my cheesecake with it. ‘Tell me the worst.’

  ‘He has once again petitioned the Celestial to have you removed from your post, citing lack of competence.’

  I shrugged. ‘Situation normal then.’

  ‘Don’t be concerned, Emma, the Celestial supports your efforts. The recent rejuvenation of the Northern Heavens is a demonstration of your suitability for the role. Remember, if the Kingdom flourishes, it indicates that the sovereign is worthy.’

  ‘Martin and Yue Gui should be running the place in name as well as reality,’ I said. ‘They do all the work and I’m the one getting the credit; it’s wrong.’

  ‘That is the way it should be. You are the supreme ruler, and they manage the day-to-day affairs for you. The generals have been freed from the more tedious administrative tasks and can concentrate on defending the Heavens, which is probably why the Demon King has slowed his efforts. It is an excellent result all around.’

  ‘I’d just like to know which demon it was that gave Yue Gui to me in the first place,’ I said. ‘It could have been Six, hoping to plant a spy, or another demon trying to undermine Six’s efforts by telling us about the nest under Golden Arcade.’

  ‘I’d say most likely it was either the Death Mother or the Geek, using one of Six’s stone-implanted Shen as a spy and at the same time undermining Six’s own empire. You can ask them yourself when you catch them.’

  The waiter brought the bill and I pulled out my wallet to pay.

  Venus knew better than to give me grief about the bill. ‘My turn to pay next time.’

  I nodded. ‘Remind me before we order so I can get something extremely expensive.’

  ‘I will,’ he said. After the waiter had left he turned around to his bodyguards and nodded. ‘We’re done.’

  One of the bodyguards rose and came to us. He stood fidgeting for a moment, then said, ‘Lady Emma, ma’am, I have heard very much about you from Lord Venus. May I ask you a question?’

  ‘Sure, go ahead,’ I said.

  The waiter came with the folder containing the receipt and my credit card, and I nodded and removed them.

  ‘Do you give private tuition, ma’am?’ the bodyguard said. ‘My skills are weak with sword, polearm and spear. My broadsword is terrible, and I completely fail at chain staff—’

  ‘You exaggerate; your martial arts skills are the match of anyone,’ Venus said amiably.

  The waiter stared at us.

  ‘Would you teach me, ma’am?’ the bodyguard said. ‘Could I come down to the Academy and learn from you?’

  ‘There are plenty of instructors at the Academy who are better than me,’ I said. ‘Venus has my secretary’s number; just give her a call and she’ll arrange something for you.’

  The bodyguard fell to one knee and then rose again, to the bemused stares of nearby diners. ‘I would appreciate it if you could spare some of your own time, ma’am.’

  ‘Let me see what I can work out,’ I said. ‘I really am too busy to take on private students.’

  The bodyguard nodded, grinning broadly. ‘Thank you, ma’am!’

  ‘Did you just ask this gweipoh for private tuition in martial arts?’ the waiter asked the bodyguard in Cantonese.

  ‘Yes,’ the bodyguard said. ‘She is the best!’

  ‘I’m not the best, and you know it,’ I said. ‘There are many, many better than me.’

  ‘Have you been in any famous movies, ma’am?’ the waiter said.

  ‘Not a single one,’ I said. ‘I’m just a teacher. Nothing special.’

  ‘A foreign woman who teaches martial arts is something special,’ the waiter said with humour. He bowed to me. ‘My name is Jimmy, ask for me next time you come.’

  ‘I’ll be sure to,’ I lied.

  I rose and Venus did as well, and we shook hands. ‘Lovely to catch up with you, Venus. I’ll have my people arrange something next month; sooner if something major turns up.’

  Venus bowed slightly to me. ‘My pleasure, ma’am. You’d better hurry and go rescue poor Leo.’

  I picked up my bag. ‘Poor little Leo. Scared of the big bad bank.’

  CHAPTER 2

  I took the escalators from the enormous open area under the bank building up two storeys to the general banking hall. Leo was parked in his wheelchair next to one of the flat, square leather waiting seats, holding a stack of papers in his lap.

  I sat on the chair facing him. ‘What’s it all about?’

  ‘They say I can’t open an account without proof of residence.’ He waved his documents. ‘These are all in your name. I have nothing that shows that I live here.’

  ‘Stone, can you do something about this?’ I said.

  ‘Let me talk to Lok about it,’ the stone said.

  ‘I forgot how annoying the racism here can be,’ Leo said irritably. ‘The teller took one look at me and frowned. Then, when I started talking to her, she actually turned away.’

  ‘It might be the speech impediment too, mate, it makes you a bit hard to understand the first time.’

  ‘Bah. Do you have any idea how much concentration it takes to get rid of that?’

  ‘Enough that it’s not worth it and people will have to learn to deal.’

  ‘Pain in the ass.’

  ‘I have some documents for you; I’ve put them into Emma’s bag,’ the stone said.

  I opened my tote and pulled out some freshly printed and folded papers: electricity, gas and phone bills for one of the apartments at the Old Folly, all in Leo’s name and backdated six months. I scrunched the documents a few times to make them appear older, then handed them to Leo. ‘Here you go.’

  He flipped through them and nodded. ‘Okay, let’s try this.’

  He turned in the wheelchair and rejoined the queue to speak to the tellers. I stood beside him. A few people openly stared at him as we waited, but we ignored them. Finally we reached the
end of the queue and a light indicated a free teller. Leo wheeled himself to the window, which was too high for him to comfortably see over. He raised himself on his arms to speak to the teller.

  ‘Can we talk to someone about opening an account?’

  She stared at him, uncomprehending, then glanced at me.

  ‘You do speak English?’ he said.

  She continued to look blank.

  ‘I want to open an account,’ Leo said more slowly and clearly, trying to work around his speech impediment.

  The teller spoke to me, ignoring Leo. ‘What account type you want to open?’

  ‘My friend wants to open a savings account,’ I said.

  The teller pushed some forms across the counter to me. ‘Ask friend to fill in forms.’ She leaned back and waited for us to leave.

  Leo raised the documents he was holding and put them on the counter. ‘I’ve already filled them in. The account is for me.’

  The teller took the forms and skimmed through them, then looked at me. ‘He needs proof of Hong Kong residence.’

  ‘I’m right here,’ Leo growled, frustrated.

  I gestured towards Leo. ‘Talk to him then. Like he said, he’s right here.’

  The teller stared at me.

  ‘This is for me,’ Leo repeated. ‘I have all the documents and I want to open an account.’

  The teller jumped up from her chair and quickly walked away.

  ‘What the hell!’ Leo said.

  ‘No, it’s fine. She’s rushed off to get help.’

  ‘Why didn’t she say something?’

  ‘It’s considered politer to rush off and do it for you, rather than dither around telling you that they’re going to do it,’ I said. ‘They’re used to being chastised for wasting time.’

  Leo rested his hands on the arms of the chair. ‘Well, that’s stupid.’

  The teller came back with a young man in a suit. He leaned over the counter to speak to me. ‘You want to open a new account?’

  ‘No, I do,’ Leo said.

  The young man appeared to see Leo for the first time. ‘Wait here, please,’ he said and walked away.

  Leo thumped the arm of his wheelchair.

  The teller retook her seat and pressed the button to indicate that she was free. A local man came over and leaned around us to talk to her in Cantonese, so we were forced to move to one side.

  ‘Let’s just go to the other bank next door,’ Leo said, and wheeled himself around to leave.

  The young man opened a door near us and nodded. ‘Please, come this way.’

  Leo hesitated, then shrugged and wheeled himself through the door, with me following. The young man led us to a small, glass-walled meeting room with a tiny round table. He sat and pulled out a pen, then gestured for us to sit.

  ‘So sorry. Yes, we have all the documents here. Do you have your ID and proof of residence? Rent notice, electricity, phone bill…’

  ‘Here,’ Leo said, and passed his passport, Hong Kong ID card and the new documents across the table.

  The young man flipped through the documents, checking them against the forms that Leo had filled in, and nodded. ‘Thank you, sir, this is all in order. How much were you looking to deposit to start the account?’

  Leo opened his mouth to answer but I tapped his hand. Tell him to say a million dollars, I said to the stone.

  ‘Uh…one point three million dollars,’ Leo said. Geez, let’s make it something more believable than just a round mill, he added silently to me. Besides, if you’re gonna foot the bill, I’d better make it worthwhile, eh?

  ‘One point three million Hong Kong dollars?’ the young man said, his eyebrows raised.

  Leo grinned evilly. ‘No, American dollars. Will I have to convert it?’

  The young man looked down at the papers, then up at Leo. ‘We can provide you with a Premier account for that, sir. With a platinum credit card, priority service and special offers. If you have two million, we can provide you with private banking, which has a range of extended services.’

  ‘No, Premier is fine,’ Leo said.

  ‘Normally I would move you to the Premier Banking office floor,’ the young man said, ‘but in this case it would probably suit you better to do it here, and I can show you through when we’re done. Is that suitable?’

  Leo relaxed. ‘Quite suitable.’

  The young man nodded. ‘We will give you a multiple currency account, but you will need to deposit one million Hong Kong. The rest you can keep as US.’

  Leo waved one hand airily. ‘No, convert it all to Hong Kong dollars, I live here now. Let’s go ahead.’

  The young man nodded, took a business card holder out of his breast pocket, rose and held out a card to Leo with both hands. ‘Leave it with me for a moment, sir, and I will return shortly with the account information for you, and show you where your Premier Banking service centre is.’

  ‘Fine,’ Leo said, and the young man went out.

  ‘Money talks,’ I said.

  ‘He’s googling you,’ the stone said with humour. ‘He couldn’t find “Leo Alexander” so he’s now looking for…oh, this is funny.’

  ‘What?’ Leo said.

  ‘He thinks you’re Mike Tyson,’ the stone said. ‘He’s looking up photos of Mike Tyson.’

  ‘Humph,’ Leo said. ‘I am ten times uglier than that mother.’

  ‘Hear, hear,’ I said.

  ‘Emma didn’t do Ugly Gweipoh, she did Rich Bitch instead,’ the stone said, disappointed. ‘I like Ugly Gweipoh better.’

  ‘Ugly Gweipoh tends to involve burning bridges,’ I said, ‘and Leo did the Rich Bitch, not me! If we did Ugly Gweipoh we would be branded as trouble, and Leo would have problems getting his money out to buy his expensive loafers.’

  ‘You fill my shoes with sand again and I’ll never forgive you!’ Leo said. ‘Those were Armani!’

  ‘You filled my shoes with sand first,’ I said.

  ‘Shoes from K-Mart in Australia do not count,’ Leo said.

  I raised one foot. ‘Yes, they do.’

  He buried his face in his hand. ‘I give up.’

  ‘I thought you liked to avoid stereotyping,’ I said.

  ‘Stereotyping is one thing. Dressing like a street sleeper when you have a fund of several hundred million dollars—’ He stopped as the young man returned.

  The bank employee looked from Leo to me, then sat at the table with a glossy folder containing all of Leo’s account information. He passed me a business card. ‘Maybe I could interest you in some private banking as well, ma’am? If you have several hundred million dollars, we can help you to manage those funds and ensure that they grow for you.’

  I took his card with a nod. ‘Thank you, but I already have a private banking advisor here.’

  The young man shook his head and flipped open the folder to explain the account details to Leo.

  Michael stood on my right in Training Room Four, watching as I raised my left hand and summoned demon essence to fill it. ‘That’s it. Demon essence.’

  Michael raised his left hand and chi glowed around it. He grimaced and the chi disappeared. He dropped his head in concentration and the chi reappeared around his hand, this time a deep purple, almost black.

  ‘That’s interesting. Can you do black?’ I said.

  Michael concentrated again and the chi became a light blue. He shook his head. ‘Nope.’

  ‘Okay,’ I said. I released the Murasame from my right hand and it floated above the floor; the sword was fussy about being dropped. ‘Take my hand.’

  Michael took my right hand in his left and used the connection to observe my demon essence. He gasped. ‘Damn, Emma.’

  ‘I know,’ I said. ‘I need to spend some time on the Celestial Plane.’

  ‘Soon!’ Michael said. ‘How do you control that?’

  ‘I have no idea. Seen enough?’

  Michael nodded and released my hand, then raised his own again and dropped his head, concentrating. The da
rk blue chi reappeared and he shook his head. ‘I don’t think I can do it.’

  ‘Of course you can’t. You’re my son, and I’m too yang to produce anything like that,’ the Tiger said from where he’d appeared on the other side of the room.

  ‘Tell Lok to freaking inform me before letting this bastard into the Academy,’ I said to the stone in my ring.

  ‘That is no way to greet an old friend,’ the Tiger said. He approached us, hands out. ‘Peace. Michael, I need to talk to you.’

  Michael turned away. ‘I have nothing to say to you.’ He bowed slightly to me. ‘It’s kind of a relief that I can’t do it, Emma. I’ll see you later—I’m having dinner at your place tonight.’

  I nodded to him. ‘I just wish I wasn’t able to do it either.’

  ‘Look, it’s about your mother,’ the Tiger said. ‘Can we put this aside? We both loved her, and I need your help to find out why she died.’

  Michael rounded on the Tiger. ‘It’s obvious why she died. You killed her!’ He swept one hand through the air. ‘Or one of the other wives killed her in a fit of jealousy. Either way, she’s gone and you’re responsible.’ He spun to leave.

  ‘I know I’m responsible,’ the Tiger said. ‘And Emma is a clue as to what happened. I need you to help me find out what made your mother different.’

  Michael ignored him, opening the door to exit.

  ‘Emma, I need you too,’ the Tiger said. ‘Come to the lab and donate some DNA. We need to find out what killed Rhonda so it doesn’t happen to anyone again.’

  ‘I’m a demon,’ I said. ‘That’s what would kill me.’

  ‘You’re not listening to me, either of you!’ the Tiger shouted, and Michael stopped halfway through the door. ‘Michael, what killed her could kill you!’ He pointed at me. ‘And you! I want to save your fucking lives here, humans. For fuck’s sake, let me!’ He dropped his voice. ‘I want to ensure that no Celestial Worthy is ever destroyed again by taking the Elixir. They should gain Immortality, not die! Hell, boy, you’ll probably achieve Immortality by yourself. But if you ever want that fucking Elixir, you’d better be damn sure that it won’t blow you up.’