It was raining the day Yeung Serng Yin got the call from the SSD. She'd had a rocky relationship ever since the department was established, but both sides knew that it was more a holdover from the dragon's terse dealings with the SSD's predecessor, The Merlin Club, so there were no real hard feelings.
But even so, she was not that much of a curmudgeon and had… at least one person in the SSD she called a friend. Her hair was mostly black with only a few, bright strands of white gracing her sole plait. That had to count for something, right?
"Wei?" said Yeung Serng Yin, phone receiver pinched with her shoulder against her ear as she wrote a quick note-to-self on a scrap of paper: eggs, yau mak choi, soy milk.
"Yin-Yin! You need to come here!"
Yeung Serng Yin set her pen and paper on the side table and shifted the phone into her hand. "Helen? What's happened?"
There came some strange crackles and bangs from the other end of the line before there was a response. "He's going to die!"
