Shen Mo clamped the roster under the third rib and fixed it with medical tape. The Paramount brass band was playing "Night in Shanghai", the dance floor was packed with people, and the smell of men's hair oil and women's perfume mixed together, making it cloyingly thick.
He walked to the fourth bar stool at the end of the bar with a half glass of champagne in his hand.
That was the agreed position.
"Old Gun" should show up at eleven o'clock sharp, wear a silver ring on his left middle finger, order a glass of whiskey without ice, and push the matchbox over.
At eleven and two, a man in a gray suit sat over.
There is a silver ring on the middle finger of the left hand.
"Whiskey, no ice."
The code matched.
