9:22 p.m.
Nick reentered the waiting room and found Peik Lin and Eddie huddled over Styrofoam bowls of wonton noodles. His aunt Alix and cousin Alistair were sitting in the chairs across from them. Alistair got up and gave his cousin a warm hug.
“Oh Nicky! This is so vexing! How is Rachel?” Alix asked anxiously.
“There’s not been much change,” Nick said wearily.
“Well, I know Dr. Jacobson very well. She’s the best, really, so Rachel is in very capable hands.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“And your uncle Malcolm called—the hospital has been updating him, and he’s asked his colleague who is Hong Kong’s top hepatobiliary specialist to come in and give a second opinion.”
“I can’t thank him enough.”
“He only wishes he could be here. Gum ngaam,*2 ah, the one time you have a medical emergency in Hong Kong and Malcolm is away! We brought some siew yook and wonton meen.*3 Are you hungry?”
“Sure. I think I should eat something.” Nick sat in a daze while his aunt proceeded to arrange assorted takeout containers of food and plastic utensils around him.
“Now, we haven’t called anyone yet, Nicky. I wasn’t sure what you wanted people to know, so I held off on calling your mother. Once she knows, the whole world will know.”
“Thanks, Auntie Alix. I can’t deal with my mum at the moment.”
“Have you spoken to Rachel’s mom?” Peik Lin asked.
Nick sighed. “I’ll call her in a little while. I just don’t see the need to alarm her until we know what’s going on.”
The door opened and in walked Eddie and Alistair’s sister, Cecilia, carrying an elaborate arrangement of white lilies.
“Looks like the gang’s all here,” Nick said, trying to force a smile.
“You know me—I couldn’t miss out on a party,” Cecilia said, giving Nick a peck on the cheek as she set the floral arrangement on the seat next to him.
“My God, look at that! Thanks so much, but you really didn’t need to bring anything.”
“Oh, I didn’t bring this. The receptionist outside told me to bring it in for you.”
“That’s strange. Who could it be from? No one knows we’re here aside from you all,” Nick wondered aloud as he slurped down some noodles.
Peik Lin started undoing the ribbons around the vase, and as the plastic wrappings came undone, a note card fell out. She opened the card and started reading it. “HOLY SHIT!” Peik Lin gasped, shoving the vase away from her reflexively. The vase of flowers landed on the floor with a crash, as water spilled everywhere.
Nick leaped out of his chair. “What happened?”
Peik Lin handed him the card, which read:
Rachel,
You have been poisoned with a potentially lethal dose of Tarquinomid. Your doctors will be able to reverse the side effects once they know this.
If you value your life, you will not mention this incident to anyone.
Never set foot in China again.
This is your last warning.
* * *
*1 TIPS is an acronym for transhepatic intrahepatic portosystemic shunt. Try saying that five times fast.