by Steve Tanham
Inspector Sunday examined the room in minute detail. His deadly enemy, Adrian Cheng, might be anywhere. But the sinister arch-criminal and master of disguise was nowhere to be see.
“Perhaps a coffee would help?” the tocking of the clock seemed to say. Sunday considered the suggestion, and gave in to its subtle persuasion…
“I’ll find you,” Sunday muttered, a few minutes later, sipping the latté, slowly.
©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
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