Day two of investigating the death of the wealthy heiress started off painfully for Liwu. She had a headache, the kind which one got after a night of restless sleep. By the time she made it downstairs, Weijun was gone. But, he left her a note on the lunch box that his mother had sent over faithfully. It read: Discretion and speed. The City needs closure.
Liwu crumpled it and muttered, "The city needs a new master. And also, its mayor, not master. People have got to stop using that word."
At the precinct, Linlin was waiting with a claw bear, a coffee and a grin. "Guess what? The press is already making a list of suspects. They have a picture of her in the club with her two boyfriends blasted everywhere and they claim we are looking into the ex boyfriends as suspects."
Liwu groaned. "That explains my husband's note. By the time all this is over, the Dou family is going to sue each and everyone of them."
"Where should we begin?" Linlin asked her.
