“Don Young?” Ethan blinked a few times, but he was still seeing the man who was supposed to be in prison back in Hong Kong.
The man began to laugh at the confused, yet shock looking Ethan. “No, but my name is Peter!” He extended his hand. “Peter Springfield.”
Ethan looked at the man and wondered if he was a fugitive who had changed his name. He was certain this man looked very Asian and couldn’t possibly have any non-Asian blood in him. Then again, Ethan also told himself he didn’t know anything. His mind was clouded with frustration, anger, pain, sorrows and regrets. You name it, he had it.
After Ethan shook his hand, Peter asked if he could join him. When Ethan gestured towards the seat across from him, Peter shouted his order to the bartender and then sat down across from Ethan. “Funny you should mention that name. You’re the second person to call me by that name … but in Chinese!”
