‘It was this one I tell you, the guy out front with the one tooth pointed in here.’
‘He could’ve been pointing next door as well.’
Suddenly the voices stopped and Joe guessed they had spotted the barrel. Quietly but easily audible through the wood and the wet fish heads, Joe heard footsteps inch over to where he was hiding.
There was silence for a while. Joe could almost hear the cogs in their heads working. Neither of them was blessed with brains, he thought to himself, neither of them was over-endowed in the head department.
One of them spoke. ‘What do you think?’
There was a pause. ‘Smells like tuna.’
Then the sound of a head being slapped with an open palm.
‘Is he in there?’
Joe could feel one of the figures closing in on him.
‘If he is,’ the voice said, ‘I don’t want him. Maybe you’re right; maybe he did go next door.’
There was a scuffling of feet and Joe heard the men barge their way out of the small space. He sighed with relief and breathed deeply again. All of sudden he remembered where he was and coughed as the thick smell of the fish hit the back of his throat. He fought his way out of the barrel and stood, soaking on the floor of the hut. His clothes were covered in fish guts and fish brains but he felt as if he had achieved something, something that he didn’t think was possible anymore — he’d outwitted someone. OK, so that someone was two rather dim hoods who were after his blood but he had still done it. He had proved to himself that he could still do it.
‘Let’s celebrate,’ he said aloud to no one and jangled the change in his pocket for effect.
Chapter Three
Fraser had come along for the ride. The window was open and the Hong Kong highway was fresh and clear. The professor, Lisa and Fraser were travelling to Ap Lei Chau. Lisa had phoned the police but all they could say was there may have been someone by the name of Amichi living on the island, but they could not disclose any information. Lisa had had contact with these small provincial police forces before and knew very well that memories could be freshened up with money, especially if she gave it to them. They loved a pretty girl in distress. Right now, however, most of that was forgotten as she drove along the road to the Ap Lei Chau Bridge which would take them over the bay to the island. Fraser and the professor were in the back and the latter was giving an enlightening speech to the former about rock formations in certain parts of Europe. Fraser gazed out of the window with a glazed look upon his face; he was obviously regretting coming on the trip at all. The trip to the bridge took about half an hour but all the while Lisa looked in her rear view mirror every second or so. She was taking no chances; any minute she expected to see a car following her or someone by the roadside brandishing a gun. She could not quite believe she was doing these things. One day she was a quiet research student at a reasonable-sized university, the next she was running from god knew who. She was reminded of that old Chinese curse, ‘May you have an interesting life’.
The bridge was clear at this time of day and the car sped across it, the wheels making rattling sounds on the grates at either end. As she crossed it Lisa thought to herself how beautiful it looked; the sea was so blue and calm, just the white tips of the waves betraying any kind of movement at all. She thought to herself that she would rather be nowhere else on earth than this city with its mixture of high-rises and fishing boats, the traditional with the modern. Ap Lei Chau is a strange island to visit. It was a fishing village before the first opium war and lies to the south west of Hong Kong, next to Aberdeen harbour. It formed part of the Treaty of Nanking when the British took over Hong Kong in 1841 but was always the ugly sister to the larger island. It is a place where someone, anyone, could easily disappear if they wanted to. Its main inhabitants live in two large estates filled with state-built houses that served to house the homeless after the great fire of Aberdeen harbour. It is, however, its own world when it needs to be: surrounded by water, you can drive from one end to the other in less than half an hour. Lisa stopped off at the police station. She left Fraser and the professor in the car while she went inside. The professor was still talking about the minutiae of European rock striation. His eyes lit up as he talked of the various strata of the rocks he had seen in Italy and France — of course, as he told Fraser, they are so similar and so startlingly different. Fraser lit a cigarette. It was going to be long trip. He had taken time off from work to help Lisa. He didn’t know what it was about her, perhaps it was her stupidly consistent devotion to her obviously crazy uncle, but he liked to be in her company. She had a sort of strength to her character that he had never found in girls back home in England. He nodded politely and opened a window to flick ash onto the road. He had noticed something: there were no other cars about. He thought how, even here in this tiny little island, it was odd not to have any cars about at all. It was almost as if some great sadness had descended over the place, as if some event had taken place that had robbed the island of its life. Lisa came out of the station and walked around the car to the open window. Fraser thought how good she looked with the morning sunlight glancing off her skin and the sea breeze moving her hair. She stood with her hands on her hips like an angry schoolgirl in mid tantrum. ‘No luck,’ she said. ‘They say they’ve never heard of Amichi.’
‘Did you give them money?’ Fraser asked.
‘Of course, but someone else is obviously giving them more.’
‘You think someone else got here first?’ ‘Well, when was the last time you heard of a Hong Kong cop not accepting a bribe?’
‘When someone else was bribing him more.’
‘Exactly.’
Things were not as bad now, but there were still elements of the police who wouldn’t shy away from earning some extra income through less than honest circumstances.
‘Where are the bad cops when you need them?’ she pondered.
Lisa looked out across the island. It had an end of the world quality about it, the end of the line at least. This was a place that existed outside of time and normal society, a place that could swallow you up if you were not careful and never let you go. It was green but lifeless. The growing things on it seemed to do so out of spite. They were challenging the ground not to allow them, the dead dry ground full of salt from the sea. ‘We’ll have to look around,’ she said. ‘Do you want me to drive still?’
Fraser looked across at the professor. ‘Hmm, perhaps you’d better let me,’ he said and opened the door of the car.
After a few minutes’ drive they entered a large estate full of tall tower blocks. Fraser slowed down as they passed row upon row of tenement buildings. In the back the professor was quiet and stared out of the window at the growing number of food stalls and small shops that lined the pavements. Smells of all sorts wafted through the open window reminding him that he hadn’t had any breakfast that day. He sniffed at the air and felt his stomach rumbling.
‘Perhaps, er…’ he began, ‘we could stop and take a little air, or perhaps a little food.’
Lisa thought a while. ‘You know, it might be a good idea to stop and ask someone about Amichi. We hardly know where to start here.’
Fraser pulled up in a nearby alley and he, Lisa and the professor got out. The professor straightaway headed for a fried crab stall, rubbing his hands together and moving faster than either of the other two had seen him move for years. As he neared the stall he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change. Lisa laughed.
‘Where do we start?’ she said to Fraser.
Fraser thought a while. ‘Well, we know that he liked books. Perhaps we should scout around to see if there’s a bookshop nearby?’