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Chapter Eight

It was coming to the end of term in late March. Michael, Simone and I went up to Simone’s classroom together, Simone prattling about her schoolwork and Michael silent. I dropped Simone at her classroom and gave her a hug and a kiss. She waved cheerfully to us as we left.

Michael and I threaded our way through the parents and children on the first floor to get to the uniform shop. I was rostered to help out that day, and he needed some new trousers. I kept threatening that if he didn’t stop growing I’d chop his legs off. He didn’t think it was funny at all.

Michael would be as tall as his father when he was fully grown. He already towered over me. The Tiger was delighted.

Despite the fact that he looked ridiculous in his too-small uniform, Michael still didn’t want to go into the shop and buy new pants. He had given me an extremely hard time about me doing it myself, but I wanted to be sure that the pants would fit.

We entered the uniform shop together and he immediately slouched into Sullen Teenager mode. I glared at him. He glared back.

I greeted the two women behind the counter, and they both smiled and waved back. Jessie was a tall, slim Chinese lady who’d been born and raised in the UK, then married an Australian engineer and moved around the world with him, latest stop Hong Kong. Short, blonde Bridget was the wife of an Australian airline pilot and had been in the Territory for many years.

‘Michael’s getting some new trousers,’ I said.

‘Sure, Emma,’ Bridget said. ‘Looks like he needs them. Need to put a brick on his head.’

Michael scowled but didn’t say anything.

‘Turn around,’ I said, and he obliged. ‘What size are these ones?’

I lifted his shirt to check the size and laughed. Like most of the boys in his year, he had the trousers pulled down over his hips with a pair of silk boxers from Temple Street showing above them.

‘You look ridiculous like that,’ I said, and pulled at the waistband of the trousers to check the size.

‘Cut it out, Emma!’ Michael dragged my hand off and jumped away. ‘Let me check the size myself!’ He dropped his voice. ‘You’re as embarrassing as my mother sometimes.’

‘That’s a compliment, Emma,’ Bridget called from the other side of the shop, where she was watching us with amusement.

‘Go and check the size then,’ I said, gesturing towards the changing booths. ‘I’ll find you some to try that are two or three sizes bigger.’

Michael slunk into the changing room.

Bridget and I shared a smile. Jessie looked confused; she didn’t know about the Chen family.

There were some rustles and grunts in the changing room, then Michael called, ‘Twenty-nine.’

‘Way too small,’ Bridget said. ‘Thirty-three or thirty-five at least.’

I pulled some larger sizes off the sample rack and handed them through the curtain to him. He grabbed the curtain and wrenched it closed.

‘How about his PE uniform?’ Bridget said. ‘Are his shorts too small too?’

‘No!’ Michael said.

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘But if we get uniform pants that fit, the PE shorts just need to be the same size.’

‘Thirty-three is okay,’ Michael said. ‘Can I go now?’

‘Come out and let me see,’ I said.

Michael sidled out of the changing room scowling. The pants did appear to be long enough, but I wanted to check.

‘Lift the shirt, let me see,’ I said patiently.

He almost didn’t do it, then caved in and raised his shirt. These pants were also pulled way down over his hips, and obviously too small around the middle.

‘Go and try on the next size up,’ I said.

He scowled, turned and went back into the changing room, jamming the curtain closed.

‘What size jeans does he wear?’ Bridget said.

‘Forty-four,’ I said, and she snorted with laughter.

I had no problem with Michael wearing jeans that were ten sizes too big for him. It meant he could carry a small weapon and it was unnoticeable. That was where the fashion for pants that were much too large had originated, and it suited us just fine. He couldn’t carry his white katana, that was too big. But he could slip the matching wakizashi, a long dagger, easily into one pocket and it was entirely invisible. He’d never been caught with it in a shopping mall or on the street, and he’d already had to use it three or four times, but not on humans. Guys still came after him, but he was a match for any human bare-handed. The weapon was for demons.

John had suggested that Michael be armed at school and we’d had a huge argument about it, me and Michael both firmly against it. If he was caught with it in the changing room or at the lockers he’d be in serious trouble.

The bell on the shop door rang and Kitty Kwok wandered in, as casual as anything, and strolled up to the counter.

‘Michael, have a careful look around right now,’ I said loudly.

There was silence from the changing room. Then: ‘Nothing,’ Michael said. ‘Any problem, Emma?’

I went to the curtain and spoke quietly. ‘Mrs Simon Wong just walked in.’

‘Holy shit,’ he whispered over the frantic sounds of him dressing. ‘You want me to call someone?’

‘Check Simone,’ I said softly as he threw the curtain back and peered around.

His eyes unfocused, then snapped back. ‘She says she’s okay.’

‘Are you absolutely sure there are no demons anywhere near here?’ I said.

His eyes unfocused again. ‘None. Simone says no as well.’

Kitty chatted with Bridget.

‘She may have brought humans, Emma,’ Michael said. ‘Neither of us can sense them.’

‘Let’s go up to Simone’s classroom,’ I said. ‘Leave the pants. Let’s go.’

Kitty ignored us completely as we went out.

‘What the hell is going on?’ I said as we headed to the stairs.

She’s following us, he said silently.

‘Can we take her? The two of us?’ I whispered as we went up to the second floor where Simone’s class was. Kitty wandered casually behind us.

‘Easily,’ Michael said. ‘She’s a perfectly normal human being with no training whatsoever.’

‘What the hell is she doing then?’ I hissed. ‘She’s on the run from the police right now!’

‘You want me to call for help?’ Michael said.

At the top of the stairs I hesitated. ‘Let’s check Simone first.’

Michael nodded and we both went to Simone’s classroom. I didn’t open the door; I used my Inner Eye to check inside. No demons. Michael’s eyes snapped back to focus on me; he had been doing the same thing.

Everything’s fine, Emma, Simone said silently.

Kitty came up the stairs behind us. Michael and I readied ourselves.

Kitty walked right past us and tapped on the classroom door, then opened it. She ignored us completely. Michael and I shared a look. When she went in, we followed her.

Kitty went up to the teacher and smiled. ‘I’m here to take Helen to the dentist.’

Michael and I posted ourselves either side of the door and waited.

‘Sure, Mrs Ho,’ the teacher said.

One of the little girls rose from her desk and went straight to Kitty and took her hand. Kitty turned and walked right past us out the door, the little girl holding her hand and smiling.

Michael and I spun and followed her. Both of us ignored the look the teacher gave us.

This is extremely weird, Michael said.

Kitty stopped and waited for us outside the classroom. ‘This is my niece, Helen. Say hello to Miss Donahoe, Helen.’

‘Hello,’ the little girl said, obviously shy.

‘What are you going to do to her?’ I said.

‘I’m taking her to the dentist,’ Kitty said.

‘You’re not taking her anywhere.’

‘Go in and ask the teacher. I’ll wait for you,’ Kitty said. ‘She’s my niece. I collect her from school all the time.’

‘What are you up to?’

‘You have a problem with me taking her?’ Kitty said.

I suddenly understood. I went to the little girl. ‘Can you give me your hand, please, sweetheart?’ I said. ‘Double-check for me, Michael.’

Michael came up behind me as I took the little girl’s hand. As far as I could see, she was a perfectly ordinary human.

The little girl stiffened and squeaked, her eyes wide. Then she relaxed. Michael had turned his Inner Eye on her.

Perfectly ordinary human, Michael said.

‘Is this your aunty, Helen?’ I said.

The little girl nodded without saying anything.

‘Oh, I’m sick of this. I’ll take her to the dentist another day,’ Kitty said. ‘Come on, sweetheart, I’ll take you back to class.’ She spun on her heel and went back to the classroom, holding the little girl’s hand. The girl glanced back at me, eyes wide, as Kitty pulled her through the door.

We followed them. Kitty came out of the classroom and walked briskly away, passing us as if we weren’t there.

What the hell is she up to? Michael said.

I peeked through the classroom door. The little girl had returned to her desk as if nothing was amiss.

I hesitated. Then I went in. ‘Can I talk to you privately for a moment?’ I said quietly to the teacher, a sweet blonde Australian woman by the name of Jo.

Jo glanced at the class, then shrugged. I led her out of the classroom, where Michael was waiting.

‘Is there a problem, Emma?’ Jo said.

‘That woman’s on the run from the police,’ I said. ‘Underworld connections.’

Jo inhaled sharply. ‘I didn’t know. You sure?’

‘Damn right I am. I know her well. Her boyfriend keeps trying to kidnap Simone.’

‘Is that why you’re here?’ she said, eyes wide. ‘You thought she was about to try something?’

‘Why’d she take Helen?’ I said.

Jo paused, her eyes still wide. ‘That’s strange. She’s in and out all the time. She’s always taking Helen for doctor’s appointments, bringing her back, all the time. Sometimes she collects her from school. Never had a problem with her. She always treats Helen really well.’

‘This is extremely weird,’ Michael said behind me.

Jo glanced up at Michael. He was slightly taller than her as well. ‘Why aren’t you in class?’

Both of us shrugged the question off. ‘Do you have the number for Helen’s parents? Or her home address? I want to check this out.’

Jo hesitated. She was obviously reluctant about giving out this sort of information.

Michael went rigid behind me. I felt what he did, even though I didn’t know what it was.

Jo’s face went slack. Her eyes unfocused. ‘I’ll get it for you,’ she said absently. She turned and went back into the classroom, her eyes unseeing.

‘That’s a neat trick,’ I said. ‘When did you learn that?’

‘Na Zha taught me,’ Michael said. ‘Please don’t tell my dad or Lord Xuan, Emma. I don’t think they wanted me to learn how to do it.’

‘Why not?’

Michael laughed softly. ‘Think about it.’

I understood. ‘I don’t think you would use it irresponsibly. I think we can trust you. You’re a very honourable young man. I know I trust you.’

‘Thanks, Emma.’

The teacher came out and handed me a piece of paper.

‘Thanks, Jo,’ I said.

Jo immediately snapped out of it.

Michael spoke before she could say anything.

‘We’d better go and finish in the uniform shop, Emma. My teacher’ll be waiting.’

‘You’re right,’ I said. ‘And I’m supposed to be working there. Thanks a lot, Jo. I’ll leave you to it.’

Jo smiled, turned, and went back into the classroom.

‘Have you done anything with metal?’ I said. ‘That would be very useful.’

‘Nothing,’ Michael said.

‘I’ll call Helen’s mother,’ I said. ‘You’d better head back to class. I’ll pick up the uniform for you at the same time.’

‘Very good, my Lady,’ Michael said with a smile.

‘You are very cheeky,’ I said as we went our opposite ways.

I felt bad about making the call, but it was the only way I could be sure.

‘Wei?’

‘Is Mrs Leung there, please?’

‘Wei?’

‘Can I speak to Mrs Leung, please?’

‘Who asking?’

‘I’m calling from the Australian School. I want to check about Helen Leung.’

‘Wait.’ There were rustles, some shouting, then footsteps.

‘Wei?’

‘Hello, is that Mrs Leung?’

‘Who is asking?’

‘I’m from the Australian School, Mrs Leung. I just wanted to double-check the pick-up arrangements for Helen.’

‘Okay. Is there a problem?’

‘No problem. I just want to confirm. The people who can collect Helen are you, Helen’s father, her poh poh,’ I used the Cantonese term for ‘grandmother’, ‘and Mrs Kitty Ho.’

‘Is correct.’

I was completely floored. I hesitated. I wanted to ask more, but anything I said would probably blow my story. I decided to tackle it head-on and see what reaction I could produce.

‘One of the other mothers has claimed that Mrs Kitty Ho is wanted by the police, Mrs Leung. I just wanted to hear your side of the story before we did anything.’

She hung up.