Stealing the Dragon

Chapter Forty-four

San Francisco, present day

Xan hated being lost, especially in a city as small as San Francisco.

Chinatown had sold its soul, lifting its skirt for anyone with a dollar in his pocket. Plastic dragons, pagoda keychains, mild Szechuan cooking. What started as an ethnic neighborhood had become a cesspool of tourism.

But he was making progress, and there were some who still remembered where they came from. Some believed his story-a worried uncle looking for his niece-others saw him more clearly. They might not know Xan, but they had known men like him.

Fear was an excellent motivator.