dismissed. She was street smart. She knew how to handle
herself, and had told her sister as much. She didn’t need to be taken care of.
They hugged, and then her sister left, promising to drop by in a few days.
Twenty minutes had gone by since Ghost Face had called the girl. Now
he found himself in a run down area of Sham Shui Po,
bordering the old fabric markets and wet markets. It was deserted with the just
the occasional taxi or pedestrian passing by. The address that he had memorized
was leading him to a small low-rise apartment block. He walked passed shuttered
entrances scanning the numbers until he found the one that he wanted. 78. He
looked around and slipped unnoticed into the building entrance and walked down
a narrow hallway before finding the stairs. The narrow winding staircase was
dimly lit, but he took the steps two at a time and quickly made his way up to
the 5 th floor. The landing was dark and poorly lit except for a
single yellow light bulb above the doorway. To the right of the door was the
number; 5B etched into a metal plate and an intricate scroll design of what
Ghost Face could only assume was a phoenix. He straightened out his clothes
smoothing down his jacket and trousers, and ran his fingers through his hair
smoothing it back into place, then he stepped forwards into the yellow light and
gently knocked on the door.
Ling Ling answered at the first knock and
inspected her visitor through the gap in the door leaving the security chain
across. Ghost Face forced one of his thin-lipped smiles showing his yellowing
teeth. Ling Ling nodded politely and quickly closed
the door to release the security chain then she opened it wide enough for him
to enter. He stepped over the threshold in one stride and Ling Ling silently closed the door behind him, slipping the
chain across as she did so, so that they wouldn’t have any surprise
disturbances by her neighbours or the Police.
Ghost Face immediately slipped off his shoes at the door and turned
to face her.
Ling Ling gave Ghost Face her well
practiced respectful look and gently reminded him of the $1’600 dollars up
front in her most apologetic voice. She didn’t like the business side of things
and was always relieved when a client handed over the money so that she could
concentrate on the job at hand.
Ghost Face looked around the shabby dimly lit room. It was a tiny
apartment, maybe only 300 square feet he estimated. She had a double bed
situated under the only window in the room with an oriental silk printed quilt
draped over the top piled up with cushions. A dark wooden Chinese-style side
table with a small lamp in the centre sat next to the
bed, covered with a red silk cloth, which he thought looked cheap. Heavy old
grey curtains hung precariously above the tiny window. He noticed that the
bathroom was to the left and a small kitchenette to the right. Ghost Face
focused his attention back to his prize. He looked at her more closely. She
couldn’t be a day over eighteen. Her hair was long and piled up high onto her
head in an attempt to make her look older. She had make-up on, probably freshly
applied, knowing that he was coming. She wore a cheap silky kimono style
dressing gown with wide sleeves, depicting oriental cranes and flowers covering
her small frame. She had tried far too hard, but she was pretty. He couldn’t
tell what her body was like yet, but it didn’t matter to him now, she would do
perfectly.
Ghost Face didn’t speak. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled
out the $1’600 dollars in bills and pushed them into her outstretched hand. He
sensed her relax a little as she turned and quickly went over to her bedside
table, opened up the front drawer and slid the money safely inside. She then turned
back to Ghost Face and with a nervous smile, undid the waist tie holding her
kimono together revealing her lacy underwear, hoping that her client would approve.
Ling Ling felt a little unnerved at his
silence. He wasn’t a
herself, and had told her sister as much. She didn’t need to be taken care of.
They hugged, and then her sister left, promising to drop by in a few days.
Twenty minutes had gone by since Ghost Face had called the girl. Now
he found himself in a run down area of Sham Shui Po,
bordering the old fabric markets and wet markets. It was deserted with the just
the occasional taxi or pedestrian passing by. The address that he had memorized
was leading him to a small low-rise apartment block. He walked passed shuttered
entrances scanning the numbers until he found the one that he wanted. 78. He
looked around and slipped unnoticed into the building entrance and walked down
a narrow hallway before finding the stairs. The narrow winding staircase was
dimly lit, but he took the steps two at a time and quickly made his way up to
the 5 th floor. The landing was dark and poorly lit except for a
single yellow light bulb above the doorway. To the right of the door was the
number; 5B etched into a metal plate and an intricate scroll design of what
Ghost Face could only assume was a phoenix. He straightened out his clothes
smoothing down his jacket and trousers, and ran his fingers through his hair
smoothing it back into place, then he stepped forwards into the yellow light and
gently knocked on the door.
Ling Ling answered at the first knock and
inspected her visitor through the gap in the door leaving the security chain
across. Ghost Face forced one of his thin-lipped smiles showing his yellowing
teeth. Ling Ling nodded politely and quickly closed
the door to release the security chain then she opened it wide enough for him
to enter. He stepped over the threshold in one stride and Ling Ling silently closed the door behind him, slipping the
chain across as she did so, so that they wouldn’t have any surprise
disturbances by her neighbours or the Police.
Ghost Face immediately slipped off his shoes at the door and turned
to face her.
Ling Ling gave Ghost Face her well
practiced respectful look and gently reminded him of the $1’600 dollars up
front in her most apologetic voice. She didn’t like the business side of things
and was always relieved when a client handed over the money so that she could
concentrate on the job at hand.
Ghost Face looked around the shabby dimly lit room. It was a tiny
apartment, maybe only 300 square feet he estimated. She had a double bed
situated under the only window in the room with an oriental silk printed quilt
draped over the top piled up with cushions. A dark wooden Chinese-style side
table with a small lamp in the centre sat next to the
bed, covered with a red silk cloth, which he thought looked cheap. Heavy old
grey curtains hung precariously above the tiny window. He noticed that the
bathroom was to the left and a small kitchenette to the right. Ghost Face
focused his attention back to his prize. He looked at her more closely. She
couldn’t be a day over eighteen. Her hair was long and piled up high onto her
head in an attempt to make her look older. She had make-up on, probably freshly
applied, knowing that he was coming. She wore a cheap silky kimono style
dressing gown with wide sleeves, depicting oriental cranes and flowers covering
her small frame. She had tried far too hard, but she was pretty. He couldn’t
tell what her body was like yet, but it didn’t matter to him now, she would do
perfectly.
Ghost Face didn’t speak. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled
out the $1’600 dollars in bills and pushed them into her outstretched hand. He
sensed her relax a little as she turned and quickly went over to her bedside
table, opened up the front drawer and slid the money safely inside. She then turned
back to Ghost Face and with a nervous smile, undid the waist tie holding her
kimono together revealing her lacy underwear, hoping that her client would approve.
Ling Ling felt a little unnerved at his
silence. He wasn’t a
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