Open the landing door and go down to the end.

– What did Dora say, Bee?

– She said the girl was still missing.

– Who is she?

– Dora’s third cousin, on her mum’s side.

– My da still calls Dora by her original name, Georgie, did ye ken they went to school together? Ali asks.

– Aye!

Bee looks over at her husband much in the way she did when they first met at Dora Noyce’s three years ago. Rab fell in love with Bee over tea and sandwiches. She had whispered to him later that she thought it was sweet of the madam to call it a YMCA with extras and then giggled and covered her mouth. She had been wearing knee-high white socks, high heels and a short black kimono with a flower in her hair. Rab had thought it was just a matter of fate where any man finds his wife.

Since that morning, there has been a ring on Bee’s finger.

Dora was mighty pissed off with Rab for taking her most talented girl.

He owes her.

Dora has always had issues with street gangs trying to muscle in, and now shitty new saunas with no class and no rules to protect the girls – which really, really pisses her off. Last week, one of her girls disappeared. It is rumoured that the boss of a recent Triad faction in the city has arrived and has not been adhering to his own people’s rules. He has offended the oaths he took in the most serious way. In fact, he is said to have a rogue unit that is in no way endorsed by Triad factions in Hong Kong (or anywhere else). This boss was the last person to be seen with Dora’s third cousin. None of the true syndicates will tolerate trouble returning to them because of someone who no longer has the right to operate under their protection. Boadicea has her own personal vendetta against traffickers. Ali and Davey do not tolerate frauds of any kind. Rab knows what such men have done to his wife in the past. He is also against the recently growing drug trade. There’s a lot of unspoken heat between the Original Founders as they walk down the seventh-floor corridor. The door opens to flat 7F7 and two men step out onto the landing.

– We didn’t expect a welcoming committee, Ali says.

– Gentlemen!

Bee smiles sweetly at them both.

There is a tall, handsome Chinese man. He wears a black leather bomber coat and expensive leather Chelsea boots. It is certain there will be a gun stuffed into the back of his trousers. Behind him, a younger man wearing black flare corduroy trousers, a plain T-shirt, and a tailored brown jacket with long lapels, tattoos are on show around his collarbone and trailing up his neck, and he holds a small crossbow casually by his side.