The Masked Son-In-Law

Chapter Twenty

As the man drove closer and Mr Turner whispered away, Dylan looked at the Chinese flower vase in the corner with growing suspicion.

"The Fuch can be any of the patriarchs." Mr Turner reminds Dylan with a deep breath. Dylan looked again at this eminent gaze glittering with an earthy hunger.

"I will see what I can do Mr Turner, this is far more encouraging than I thought." Dylan traced a raindrop with his eyes as it turned across the glass.

Dylan looked up when Mr Turner didn’t say anything, and saw the shadows that had turned his gaze turbulent in an unexpected reflection of the storm. “What is it? What am I not seeing?” Because of that look in his eyes.

Dylan's shoulder was suffered at the mention of leaven as the Fuch when he passed by the office. "There is something I have to lay my hands on at home," Dylan said to the secretary trying to relax. "When Mr Dorogo is through with his session, tell him that I have gone."

"Yes, I will do as you said young master." The