“Right. Where are we meeting up tonight?” Katy asked.

“Eight o’clock at night, at the Marina Bay Clubhouse,” the person on the phone said bossily.

“Make sure you get there on time!”

Katy had a faint smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there in time.”

After hanging up the phone, Katy glanced at Harvey.

“That’s my middleman, Lara Johnson. She’s a social butterfly of the South Sea.”

“She’s quite familiar with both sides of the underworld.”

“That was why I asked her to bring me and the debtor toget