Sleeping Dogs: Gog
It was inside his own head.
"The one that isn't sleeping anymore."
He pocketed the phone, ordered another whiskey, and watched his reflection in the dark screen. Cop. Criminal. Brother. Enemy. The lines had blurred months ago. He had beaten a man last week—not for the mission, but because the man had insulted his mother. He had saved a girl from a brothel not for justice, but because she reminded him of his sister.
Silence. Then Dogeyes laughed, harder than before. That was the game. Insult and embrace. Threat and brotherhood. Wei had learned it in police academy, practiced it undercover, and perfected it here, in the belly of the beast.
Wei's blood turned cold. "What dog?"
It was inside his own head.
"The one that isn't sleeping anymore."
He pocketed the phone, ordered another whiskey, and watched his reflection in the dark screen. Cop. Criminal. Brother. Enemy. The lines had blurred months ago. He had beaten a man last week—not for the mission, but because the man had insulted his mother. He had saved a girl from a brothel not for justice, but because she reminded him of his sister.
Silence. Then Dogeyes laughed, harder than before. That was the game. Insult and embrace. Threat and brotherhood. Wei had learned it in police academy, practiced it undercover, and perfected it here, in the belly of the beast.
Wei's blood turned cold. "What dog?"
