The Uninvited

spirits that come out around Ghost Monthare from the lowest levels of theunderworld. Sunny Chen was looking atme intently, as though he had saidsomething momentous which would leadme to a specific conclusion. It didn’t. Ican’t play the game where you must guessand guess. I put my chopsticks down andset my small digital recorder on the tablebetween us. The detective at the FraudOffice was right: Sunny Chen’s theory, ifI’d read between the lines correctly,certainly fitted with the descriptionoddball. But the anthropologist in me wasstirred, and I have learned that whenpeople have something important to say,they often spiral their way into it. Ipressed Record.‘Please, carry on.’