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Chapter 1
Thirteen year old Lillian Hill, called Lilly by her family and
friends, awoke to the sound of raindrops falling outside her window.
She immediately threw open her pink and yellow curtains, smiled,
and thanked God for the rain. The delicious smell wafting into her
room and the noise coming from downstairs prompted Lilly to hurry
and get dressed. Racing against the clock, she attempted to tame the
unruly curls which hung like a lions mane around her face and neck.
She used her brush to untangle the curls on the right side, then on
the left, only to watch them squiggle back up.

Well, thats all the attention you guys are getting from me right
now, Lilly muttered giving her hair one final tug. The day has
already started and I cant spend another moment of it on you.
Giving a confident nod to her reflection in the mirror, Lilly bounded
down the steps of their San Diego home two at a time and made her
way into the kitchen.

Good morning, Momma, Dad, Marco, she said greeting each

member of her family.

Morning, sweetie, Mrs. Hill replied rushing a stack of plates to

the dining room table.

Theres my Lily flower, Mr. Hill said giving Lilly a hug and
dropping a kiss on her forehead.
Lilly grinned. You say that every morning, she said.

Thats because you go to sleep every night, Mr. Hill replied.

Well, Im glad to see you still in your PJs. I take it youll be
staying home with us today.
Mr. Hill nodded. You got that right. Ive got three months to

prepare for battle.

You mean prepare another case before you go to court,

right?

Yes, yes, Mr. Hill chuckled, and you know where I do my

best work. In my home office surrounded by my three noisy
musketeers.

I know youre not calling me a musketeer, Mrs. Hill said over

the sizzling of the frying pan. She winked at Mr. Hill and playfully
swatted Lilly with a spatula.

See, Moms the ringleader, Lilly whispered as she ducked

swiftly.

I know it. I know it, Mr. Hill agreed.

Hey, sis, Marco said, sliding out from inside one of the
kitchens V-Groove patterned clear glass cabinets. Guess what were
having for breakfast?

I see bacon and waffles, Lilly said.

There is far more than meets your eye, Marco replied,
rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist. Were having, drum
roll please, waffle tacos! he announced dramatically.
Lilly was surprised. Cool idea, she said grabbing a waffle and
folding it into the shape of a taco.

Thanks. Syrup is your sauce. He plunked the bottle down in

front of her. I saw the waffle tacos on a restaurant sign, and mom
said she could make it healthier at home. So, here you have it! Give
me credit for spotting the sign announcement thingy.

Dont worry. We cant all be geniuses and recipe inventors

too, Lilly remarked.

Marco blushed at being called a genius.

O.K., but Im one, Mr. Hill said with a grin.

Hows that, Dad? Lilly asked.
Well, knowing you already consider me a genius, put this on
your taste buds. Mr. Hill handed Lilly and Marco a piece each from a
strawberry filled whole grain bar. Toasted, he proclaimed. That bit
was my brilliant idea!

Gooey wonderful, Lilly said, while Marco exclaimed,

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! at the same time. They were
excited. Mr. Hill beamed.

Alright, people, Mrs. Hill called, breaking up their mini taste

test. Honey, you know its not right to brag and stop encouraging
them to eat sweets before the real food.

But, Mom, Marco began, sweets are real food.

Mrs. Hill cut her eyes at him. You know what I mean. Marco
pretended to look befuddled.
Around the dining table, Mr. Hill led the family in devotions.
Father God, he prayed. We thank You for waking us up this
morning. We thank You for being so faithful to us and for providing for
all of our needs. Bless the hands that prepared this good food before
us. Please help us to use the energy gained from eating this food to
do great, purposeful work throughout the days. Continue to lead us
on the right path and give us strength to shine as light in the world.
Speak to us through Your Word today. In Jesus name, Amen.

Amen, everyone echoed.

Marco held up his hand. I have something to say, he
declared, a look of mock seriousness on his face. Lilly, I hate to

break it to you, but your hands wont be blessed today because you
didnt help make breakfast.
Lilly burst into laughter. Sorry about that, she apologized. I
overslept.

No worries, sweetie, Mrs. Hill said. When school starts back

in two weeks, youll be up early every morning.

I can pray that God bless the hands which shall clean these
dishes bearing the good food we are about to eat, Mr. Hill offered,
half-jokingly.

You got me, Lilly said. Sure. Thanks.

Mr. Hill prayed again for that purpose. Afterward, everyone
opened their Bibles as he read aloud Philippians 2:4 the familys
focus scripture for the week. Look not every man on his own things,
but every man also on the things of others. Marco, you can go first
this time. What do you think this scripture means? How is it speaking
to you?

Well, according to the text, I believe Paul is encouraging us to

look for ways to help others, especially those who dont have as
much as we do, Marco shared thoughtfully. We ought to be
considerate of others and not be selfish. But that doesnt give us any
right to butt into other peoples business unnecessarily either.

Very good, Mr. Hill commended. Was your last statement a

jab at anybody in particular? He chuckled.
Marco hesitated. My conscience is giving me no peace to lie
about this matter. You have read my mind, Dad. I was talking to big
sis here. You always ask me what Im doing so many times in every
day.
Lilly laughed. You dont remember, but I even asked you when

you were a baby! Before you were born, your response was always
chillin in the womb. Too bad youve trapped yourself out in that crazy
world so soon. Then Id poke moms stomach just to get back at you.
Mrs. Hill joined her daughter with laughter.

Thats called being a responsible older sibling, Lilly

continued.

True, Lilly, Mr. Hill agreed. And through Pauls writing, God is
calling us to be like Him. He also wants the best for us. You see,
when we care for others and put them before ourselves, we live a
better life because we are happier.

Amen, Mrs. Hill said. No wonder Ive got such a happy

hubby. Looking on the things of others is your profession.
Mr. Hill bowed his head meekly. Thank you, dear.

Selflessness trumps selfishness any day, Lilly said.

Preach, Mr. Hill encouraged Lilly. Now, lets eat.

Chapter 2
As Lilly munched on her fruit, she wondered in what way God
would give her an opportunity to demonstrate what she had just
learned from His Word. Conversation around the dining table turned
to making plans for that day.

I hope what ever we do does not include sending Lilly away to

a beauty pageant. I missed you, Marco said.

As far as I know, it doesnt, Lilly assured him. Been there.

Done that. God made a difference in the moment and I came out with
a crown. She smiled, thinking of her restored relationship with mean
girl turned nice, Casey, and the new friends she made at the Dream
Girlz Beauty Pageant, namely, Cathy, reigning beauty queen Gwynet,
Dominique, and Kwanza. But what are we going to do together
today, Dad and Momma?

Well, I purchased these tickets to the water park a few days

ago considering I wont be visiting my fashion headquarters today,
Mrs. Hill told the family, retrieving the tickets from her skirt pocket. I
planned to surprise you all with them today. Unfortunately, its raining.
But, dont worry, theyre redeemable.

So it has come to this, Marco huffed, giving his waffle taco a

jab in the side with a fork. Dancing in the rain will be a sorry
substitute.

Son, Mr. Hill began. No need to be so dramatic. You werent

expecting to go to the water park and we have much to do around the
house.

What about fun things? Marco questioned. Because we

dont have a water slide.

Oh, Marco, we can all pile onto the couch and watch a midday
movie, Lilly suggested.

Great idea. Well watch that movie you saw last night and
were laughing so hysterically about while I was trying to sleep, Mrs.
Hill said addressing Mr. Hill. I almost had to get some ear plugs.

Forgive me, dear, Mr. Hill said breaking out into laughter. I
think Ill watch it with you again.

Now that thats out of the way, though it shouldnt have been
in the way, I think we need to match schedules and plans for the
upcoming month, Mrs. Hill directed. We are busy people, so
confusion has no place here. First of all, school is starting back for
you two. She pointed a perfectly manicured pinky finger at Lilly and
Marco. That means shopping for school supplies and sports
equipment: leotards, pointe shoes, cleats, shorts, tape, Gatorade,
and sweat.No, not sweat. We do not need to shop for that, neither
can we. Sweat will produce itself in boatloads once we get going.
Lilly laughed. Yes, Maam. Dont forget, Ill be helping with
trends for your fall line of girls clothes.

Thank you, sweetie, Mrs. Hill said. Your expertise is greatly

needed.
Lilly loved helping her mother with her clothes designing
business which was taking the online fashion world by storm. Ill
round up the troops to assist us, too, she said.

Who are the troops? Marco inquired, looking perplexed.

My friends, Lilly answered.
Marco sighed. Whew! You had me worried for a hot second. I

was afraid that you and mom had raised a powerful army
underground, so I thought to myself, What kind of morose trick has
been pulled on me, by my own family no less? But, if its just your
friends, I have nothing to worry about. They wouldnt hurt a fly.

Im not so sure, Lilly joked, flexing an arm muscle. Marco

recoiled in mock horror.

Mom, can you please make my costume this week? he asked

suddenly.

Costume for what?

For my school play. Remember Mr. Luca told us to have them
ready by the time we return from break.

What is this play about again? Lilly asked. She did not recall
Marco ever telling her about it.

Its about Julius Caesar, Marco answered. I wanted to play

him, but Mr. Luca thought Julio deserved the role, probably because
his name is close to Julius and he has curlier hair. But Im happy for
him. Hes nice to everybody. I was assigned the role of Brutus.
Thankfully, Ive been memorizing my lines because Mr. Luca is brutal
whenever someone messes up in rehearsal.

All the best to you, son, Mr. Hill said. Ill be there opening
nightcamera at the ready.

Thanks, Dad. But thats for only one night. Im not acting on
Broadway.

Oh, I know. However, to me its a big deal.

To me also, Mrs. Hill said.
And to me, Lilly echoed. Perhaps I can give you a few acting
lessons. Some years back, I had a role in that play

The most coveted girls role, Mr. Hill interrupted. Julius

Caesars wife. She outshone everybody, including Mr. Caesar himself
who I do believe she had a little crush on at the time

Dad! I did not! Lilly protested her fork clattering to her plate.
Im just teasing you, sweetheart; just teasing, Mr. Hill
chortled. But dont worry, Marco, youll be learning from the best. He
looked proudly at his daughter.

In fact, we filmed her play, too, Mrs. Hill said. The CD is

probably in the attic.
Lilly covered her face with her hands. You dont want to see
that, Marco, she assured him.

Hmmm. I think I do, Marco said. Thanks, Mom and Dad.

Thats another activity we can do this week.

So does anybody else have something upcoming that we

need to plan for? Mrs. Hill asked bringing everyone back to the
original topic.
Lilly raised her fork mid-air. Yes. Marcos birthday is coming
up, she said excitedly.

Of course. We would never forget about that, Mrs. Hill said.

Is there anything special youd like, Marco?

Nada, Marco answered. Everything I could ever want I have

it in all of you. He reached across the table and patted each member
of his family on the hand. In doing so, he nearly knocked over the
pitcher of orange juice which sat on the table.

Oh, Marco, Mrs. Hill began. She was all choked up. She
silently thanked God for such a sweet and contented child.

On second thought, there is one thing Id like, Marco said. He

was smiling as he spoke. A pretty thing, actually.

Mr. Hill raised his head. I knew there would be something, he
said. Out with it, son.

Iwouldlikewait for ita dog!

Mr. and Mrs. Hill looked at each other, then stared, as if reading
one anothers thoughts. Finally Mrs. Hill spoke, Arent fish enough?
she asked referencing the five fish in the familys aquarium.

No, Maam.
Now, son, Mr. Hill began. A dog is a very big responsibility
Oh, I know, Dad, Marco interjected. Thats why Ive already
bought a collar. See! He pulled at a glow-in-the-dark dog collar
which hung around his neck.
Lilly stopped pouring the remaining syrup from her plate onto
her spoon. Seriously. She wanted to laugh. I was wondering what
that was. Dont get me wrong. Im all for getting a dog.

Thanks, Sis. Its nice to know someones on my side. Marco

nodded.

Momma and Dad are on your side, too, Lilly continued

glancing at them. But I think they just want to make sure you
understand that taking care of a dog is more than buying it stuff. You
have to spend time with it, train it, clean it, and clean up after it. And,
of course, Ill help you. So, no worries there. Ive heard it said that
caring for a dog is just like raising a child. Just as kids like us are
dependent on their parents, dogs are dependent on their owners.
Now, think about it. Will you be as responsible as Momma and Dad
have been toward us?

Yes! Yes! Marco promised. If I was a proud man, I would say

even more so, if thats even possible.

Are you sure? Lilly questioned.

Positive. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens
me.

That about settles it, Mr. Hill said with a smile. Ill be holding
you to your promise, Marco.

No problem, Marco said. Would you happen to know any

good dog names?

I do, Mr. Hill replied. But are you sure you want to name a
pup you havent even seen? Naming someone is a very important
and visual experience. For example, when you were born, one of the
reasons your mother and I decided to name you Marco Maximus was
because you looked like a Marco Maximus.

Whats that supposed to mean? Marco asked.

I dont know. Mr. Hill laughed at himself. Perhaps it means
you appeared different and dignifiedlike someone around this
table.
Marco grinned. He knew his fathers ways. What a way to
compliment yourself in a roundabout fashion. Go ahead and hit me
with some names.

Alright. Here goes. How aboutSunny?

Maybe.
Prince?
Perhaps.
Samson?
Only if its very strong.

Sherlock?
Only if its a bloodhound.
Try Shadow?
Only if it has a shadowWait, that doesnt make any sense
maybe.

Bear?
No. I cant name a dog Bear. It would get offended.
How about Faith? Mr. Hill suggested. Thats the last one Ive
got.

I like that name.

Do you like the name Christmas? Mrs. Hill asked.
Yes. But only if the dog was born in December.
Wait! Ive got the perfect name for our pup, Lilly said.
Buddercup.

Buttercup? Like the candy? Marco questioned.

No. No. Buddercup, Lilly repeated.
Mr. and Mrs. Hill looked perplexed, but Marco was overjoyed. I
love it! he said.
By this time, all had finished their meal, so Lilly volunteered to
wash the dishes and Marco helped her clean the kitchen and the
glass display case in the living room. Mrs. Hill left to run some
errands while Mr. Hill went to work in his home office. Afterward, due
to the rain, they reassembled in the living room and watched a movie.
Mr. Hill laughed most uproariously causing Lilly to repeatedly turn up
the volume; that is, until the phone rang and he went to answer it.

That was a strange call, Mr. Hill said as he returned to his

place on the couch.

Who was it from? Lilly asked turning the volume back down.
Im not sure of that, Mr. Hill said. However, a womans voice
was on the other end asking for help.

Chapter 3
Later that evening, Lilly brought two cups of spicy chai tea
down to her fathers home office nestled between the dining room
and the master bedroom. She tapped on the door with her foot.

Come in! Mr. Hill called.

One for you. One for me, Lilly announced. She plunked both
cups down on his charcoal colored desk.
Mr. Hill was at work on his laptop. Lilly noticed a fresh dent on
its exterior.

Yep. I was chasing down another fly, Mr. Hill said in answer to
her unasked question.

They can be so pesky, Lilly said.

Funny. For some reason, they all like to congregate in my
office, Mr. Hill said.

They do that for more joy. The flies like to congregate around
you because you get annoyed at them the most, Lilly joked.

How wicked! I ought to prosecute the whole lot of them, Mr.

Hill said, playing along. Thanks for the tea, sweetheart. Which cup
has the least sugar?

That one. Lilly pointed to the cup on the left.

Mr. Hill sipped some tea, then set the cup down, looking at it
with a strange expression on his face.

So, Dad, did you find out who our mysterious caller is yet?
Lilly asked, settling into one of three oversized, velvet chairs
positioned before the desk.

In a way, Mr. Hill replied. I called back, but received an

automated message saying the phone had been disconnected.
However, the country code points to China. I tracked the number to
Beijing.

I hope you didnt stop there, Lilly said.

No. I contacted our friend Bo over there. He did a little
prodding and was able to track the phones signal to a specific
location. Just a few minutes before you came in, he called me back
and said that he visited the house. A woman answered the door, but
refused to give any information about herself. However, after he told
her the company he was representing, she told him that she needed
to get in contact with me over an urgent matter and asked that he
pass the message along. So, there you have it.
Lilly scrunched up her eyebrows. Do you have any idea who
she might be? she asked.
Mr. Hill shook his head, no. About two years back I prosecuted
a group of gang members from Beijing. Their ring leader was a
woman who went by the name of Snookie. Last month, I received
word that she was released from federal prison, having served her
term, and had returned to her native city of Beijing. But rest assured,
Im positive that she is not seeking retribution. Still, Ive already
booked a ticket over there, just in case.
Lilly nodded thoughtfully. You know what I think, Dad? she
asked.

Yes?
I believe that this is the perfect time for us to think on the
things of others.

Us? Mr. Hill questioned with a twinkle in his eye.

Um-hm, Lilly got up from her chair and walked behind the
desk to look at her dads laptop. Shouldnt you be booking another
ticket? she questioned matter-of-factly.
Mr. Hill threw his head back and laughed softly. Lilly had
become his travel buddy ever since she had turned nine years old
and showed an interest in seeing the world. Whenever she could,
Lilly joined him on his business trips across America and once to
Russia. Together, they had already visited twenty-five of the U.S.
states and had hundreds of photos to prove it. While Mr. Hill did
business in the conference rooms of large, glass buildings, Lilly sat in
the sophisticated waiting areas sketching images of passers-by and
brewing numerous cups of coffee using the companys espresso
machines (except when they traveled to Russia; there, she studied a
bit of the Russian language). Sometimes she practiced her gymnastic
floor routine, but more often than not the receptionists gave her a
withering stare, which would cause her to sit back down hurriedly and
continue drawing. Afterward, she and Mr. Hill would sightsee and
explore the cities before returning home.

Check with your Mom first to make sure she doesnt have
anything important planned that we need to stick around for, Mr. Hill
advised Lilly. But Ill go ahead and book the ticket so she cant say
no. He winked.

Will do, Lilly promised.

And before you go, Mr. Hill began, would you please take
this tea into the kitchen and pour it into a clear glass cup? He
handed Lilly his royal blue ceramic cup.

Sure, Lilly said, looking perplexed. Why?

Well, I haveacertain fearof drinking tea or any liquid,
really, from out of a colored glass. Im particularly afraid of what may

be lurking at the bottom because it cannot be seen, Mr. Hill admitted.

Dont worry. This isnt a rip on your dishwashing skills, he quickly
added.

Riiight, Lilly said. Dark-glass-phobia. Thats a new one, Dad.

Never heard of it. She gave him the thumbs-up with her free hand as
she backed out the door.
Waltzing into the kitchen, Lilly found Mrs. Hill and Marco seated
on stools by the counter clearly enraptured by her Julius Caesar play
performance which they were watching on Mrs. Hills laptop. Lilly
pulled up a stool beside theirs and snapped her fingers in front of the
screen.

Get out of the way, please, Marco said, pulling on a strand of

her hair. Youre already on the computer. Isnt that enough?

Mom, Mom, Im going to China! Lilly announced ignoring her

brother.

Whats that? Mrs. Hill asked.

Im going to China! Lilly repeated.
Mrs. Hill cupped her ear as if she still couldnt hear. Im sorry,
she said. Was that a question or a statement?
Lilly laughed. Sorry, that came out wrong. I meant to ask if its
O.K. with you for me to travel to Beijing with Dad this weekend?

Beijing? Why? He has another business trip?

Kinda, Lilly answered. She related all that Mr. Hill had told her
about the mysterious caller.

Bless me! Mrs. Hill said, shaking her head slowly. That
sounds weird.
Lilly placed her hands on her mothers forehead. Youre

blessed, she announced. Now, can you please give me your

permission to go to China?

I just dont know, Mrs. Hill sighed. Beijing, China, is so far

away.

Oh, no, its not, Lilly quickly said as she remembered her
mother had said the same thing about her traveling to Russia. China
is right here on planet earth. Shall I show it to you on a map? She
flung her arms into the air.
Mrs. Hill narrowed her eyes. You know what I mean, she
replied. Its not a skip, hop, and a jump away. Besides, this whole
situation seems so weird. But I said that already, didnt I?

Yes, Lilly said. Thats exactly why Dad and I should go. We
must un-weird this little mystery. If not us, who will? She flashed a
winning smile.

Us? Mrs. Hill questioned, running her fingers through her rich
brown locks of hair. Im thinking him alone.

Pleeeeeease, Lilly pleaded.

After thinking for a few minutes, Mrs. Hill consented. Alright,
she said. You can go, but only if you promise to take good care of
yourself and come back soon, alive, and not wounded.

I always do, Lilly said. Lilly interlocked one of her pinky

fingers with one of her mothers. O.K., I promise.

Thanks for the sass, miss, Mrs. Hill said. But thats not what I
wanna hear, baby doll. Mrs. Hill hugged her tightly. Ill miss you,
she whispered.
Marco eyed her warily. Word to the wise, he said. Learn how
to use a pair of nunchucks and take them with you.

Thanks, Lilly began, but the wise dont need a word.

Yeah, they do, because the wise are those who listen, Marco
answered. He turned his attention back to the laptop screen.

Youre funny, Lilly said smiling. After transferring her dads tea
into a clear glass, she returned to his office and told him the good
news.

Wonderful, he exclaimed, leaning back in his chair and

propping his socked feet on the desk.
Lilly copied him. For several minutes, they tried unsuccessfully
to knock each others feet off the desk. Then Mr. Hill spoke. Our
plane takes off in two days, he said. Are you ready for it?

Ready as Ill ever be, Lilly assured him. Guess I should start
packing.

Great idea, Mr. Hill said with a twinkle in his eyes. Your last
minute packing is always disastrous and constantly jeopardizes our
plane trips.

Way to tell me the obvious truth, Dad, Lilly said.

Go! Go! Go forth and pack early, Mr. Hill urged, shooing her
out of his office.

Chapter 4
With these words ringing in her ears, Lilly walked to her
bedroom and pulled out her pink, tan and black suitcase from
beneath her bed. It was a little beat up, but Lilly loved it because it
reminded her of all the other places she had been. Throwing open
her closet door, Lilly proceeded to take down clothing items and roll
them up to fit in her suitcase.

Cardigans, she muttered to herself. Trench check. Two

dresses check. Patterned skirt check. Velvet track suit must
have check. Dads borrowed sweater check. Mickey Mouse
PJs check. Lets see. What else will I need? Her eyes roved
across her room. Jewelry check. Leggings check. Scrunchies
check. Undies check. Juicy Couture perfume check. iPad
check. Lip gloss check. Chocolate sauce uh, no just chocolate
barsa very necessary friendship-forming tool. Stuffed pet, Wasp
check.
Lilly figured that if she needed anything else, she could always
purchase it in China. Thats how they always did it after all. Besides,
she prided herself in packing light and mentally patted herself on the
back for doing it so quickly.
The first time Lilly had packed for an overseas trip, she had
filled three suitcases with stuff, and then had to jump on them to close
them down. That experience as a ten-year-old now sent a tiny wave
of shivers down her back. Three minutes and forty-seven seconds,
Lilly said triumphantly glancing at her sports watch. Record broken.
Picking up her phone, she dialed the numbers to ring her best
friend, thirteen-year-old Adria Sinise.

Hey, matey! Adria said. Her lovely Australian accent sprang

out making each word bounce and pop with an undeterred liveliness.

Hello! Hello! Lilly greeted her. Guess what, Barbie? Barbie

was Lillys nickname for Adria because of her straight platinum blonde
hair, dimples, naturally bright pink lips, ocean blue eyes, sweet,
buoyant spirit, and sense of style.

You sound super excited, so Im gonna bet youre either going

to the moon or youre finally able to do a front handspring, Adria
surmised.

Your first guess is pretty close, Lilly confirmed. Only Im

traveling somewhere on earth. Guess again!

Africa?
No.
Iceland?
No.
Help me out, seester! Is it some place in America? Adria
asked.

No, Lilly answered. Keep guessing. She rubbed her hands

together furiously.

Canada?
Nope. Canada is a part of the Americas, Barbie.
Adria rolled her eyes. Kidding, she said. I totally knew that.
What about India or Istanbul? Are you going there?

No to both, Lilly told her. Why didnt you just say the Middle
East? Istanbul is a part of the Middle East, ya know.

Because I like the way Istanbul rolls off my tongue. Ihs-tahn-

buhl, Adria repeated.

Lilly laughed at her best friends absurdity. Okay. Two more
guesses, she said.

Down the rabbit hole? Alice in Wonderland style?

Of course not. There is no evidence that that insane place
exists. Last try.

China or Japan?
There was some rustling of papers on the other end of the
phone. Lilly coughed dramatically. Two in oneGuess one, please.

Well, my mind is saying China, but my heart is screaming

Japan.'

Choose wisely, mate, Lilly advised.

Im going to go with China, Adria said.
China it is! Lilly shouted. Never listen to your heart when it
screams.

Yay me! Adria cheered. I used a world map, she admitted.

Tell me, why are you traveling to China and to what part?

Beijing, Lilly answered. She proceeded to rehash all about

the mysterious caller and her dads plan.

That sounds like some awful sort of cloak and dagger

business to me, Adria said when Lilly finished talking.

Dont worry. Itll be alright, Lilly assured her. Do you think

youll be able to come along with us this time? We leave on
Wednesday morning.
Adria twirled a few strands of her hair around her finger before
audibly sighing. No. I dont think so. My ancestors

You mean your Mom and Dad, Lilly corrected.

Yeah. Themmy ancestors. They would never let me travel
overseas on such short notice. So, I guess Ill just stay sittin in my
room munching on frosted flakes continuing to be hypnotized by this
zany poster of the Cheshire cat that my brother made me, while my
best friend jet-sets across the globe, adventuring without me Tis a
hard life Im living. Adria let out an exaggerated sigh.

Come on, Lilly groaned. Youre making me feel bad.

Besides, I told you to throw darts at that stupid poster and your life is
not all that bad. Remember, you have an audition for a role in that big
drama movie on Saturday. Keep your head up, Barbie. Ill be praying
for your success.

Thanks. Ill be praying for your safety, too. You are seriously
the greatest friend ever. As I think about it, there is no reason for me
to get depressed. Ill probably be chosen for the role Ive been
practicing for all summer. I mean, the directors asked for an athletic,
perky, blonde haired girl whos about five feet one inch. Im all that
and a bag of cotton candy! After all, you do call me Barbie. Who can
say no to perfect?

Uh huh. Lilly was amazed at how far a little encouragement

could go in boosting Adrias self-esteem through the roof and into the
stratosphere.

Seriously, Adria began again. Thanks, seester. You better

send me a ton of photos and buy me a stunning memento in Beijing.

Totally will, Lilly assured her. One more thing, Lilly added.
Be sure to do yourself a favor and look up the word ancestor in a
dictionary.

Ha! Ha! Adria said. Im adding that to my to do list now.

Great. See you tomorrow. Bye. Poof!

See you. Bye-e!
Exactly two days and eight hours later, Mr. Hill and Lilly arrived
at San Diego International Airport. Because of Lillys early packing,
they had nearly thirteen minutes to spare. Mrs. Hill and a sleepylooking Marco came along to see them off.

Heavenly Father, please bless and protect my hubby and

daughter as they embark on this journey to China. Only You know
what awaits them, so we put our trust in You. Use them for Your glory,
God. Thank You in advance. Amen, Mrs. Hill prayed.

Amen! everyone echoed.

Goodbye, sweetheart, Mrs. Hill said kissing Lilly on her
forehead and cheeks. Remember your promise.

I will. Bye, Mom, Lilly said.

Mrs. Hill stood on her tiptoes to kiss her husband goodbye
nearly spilling some of her latte on his luggage in the process. Marco
covered his eyes.

You should have worn your killer heels today, Mom, Lilly
joked.
Mrs. Hill laughed. Dont you have something to say, Marco?
she said to her son.

Of course, Marco answered. Bye, guys. You already know

how much I love you.
Mrs. Hill gave him a disapproving look.

O.K., Marco began again. I love you, Dad, and I love you,
Sis, as the day is long, the sea is wide, the mountains are tall, the sun
is burning, marshmallows are chewy, the sky is

Mrs. Hill gave him a look that meant he was going on too long.
Marco flung his arms outward.

Simply put, I love you all very much, andI made you a going
away present. He pulled a folded sheet of blank paper out of his
denim pants pocket and handed it to Lilly. Its a two-sided square
and it means good luck.
Lilly turned the paper every which way as Mr. Hill looked on,
perplexed. This two-sided square looks like a straight line to me,
she observed.

Only it is a two-sided square, Marco confirmed. Thats the

genius of it, Sis.

If you say so, Lilly said.

After Mrs. Hill and Marco left, Lilly and Mr. Hill boarded their
flight. Mr. Hill slid into the plush blue window seat. Lilly cleared her
throat. Um, excuse me, Dad, she said.

Oh, yes, yes. Scuse me, darling, he chuckled. I shall not

deprive you of this privilege. Window seats are the best.

Thanks, Lilly grinned as they switched places.

Ten minutes later, their plane still sat on the tarmac awaiting
take off. I wonder why we arent moving yet. What is taking so long?
Mr. Hill said to no one in particular as he thrust his head into the aisle.

Chillax, Dad, Lilly said knowing how much tardiness peeved

him.
As if on cue, a short, young, white-haired man with blue
rimmed sunglasses and a permanently creased forehead, entered
the plane and plopped down in the seat beside Mr. Hill. He had a bad
attitude and was mumbling some incoherent apology for holding the

plane up.
Mr. Hill cracked a joke about his hair turning white early
because of his stressful late arrivals. This lightened the atmosphere
greatly as the man threw his head back and laughed in relief.
Actually, I dyed it, he said. My names Jason, by the way.

Nice to meet you, Lilly and Mr. Hill said in unison shaking his
outstretched hand. With seat belts buckled, the plane finally rose into
the air.

Chapter 5
Lilly! Lilly! Wake up! Mr. Hill called shaking her gently.
Lillys eyes fluttered open. Whats up? Where is everybody?
she asked stuffing her iPad into her carry-on bag.

We just touched down in Beijing. Everybodys leaving the

plane, Mr. Hill answered.

Funny, Lilly muttered. I was just dreaming the same.

Congratulations! Mr. Hill said. You dream of reality. I dont
know of too many people who do that.

Really?
Just teasing, Mr. Hill said. You were probably half awake.
Right. What time is it? Lilly asked.
Mr. Hill looked at his sleek fashionable watch with the tiny dots
in place of numbers. He frowned. Sorry, darling. I still cant tell time
off this thing.

No worries, Lilly said switching on her cellphone. Its 11:14

p.m.
Stepping off the plane, Lilly was immediately struck by the
huge Beijing Capitol International Airport, the thousands of bright city
lights, and the heavy smog which hung over the area hiding the moon
and twinkling stars. The new sights, sounds, and smells assaulted
her senses in the most splendid way.

This is all so impressive, Lilly said snapping photos to send to

Marco and her friends back home.

Mr. Hill nodded his head in agreement as they walked to locate

Benedicto Hsu, their chauffeur. Smiling pleasantly, he welcomed
them to China and loaded their luggage into the black Audi. Where
to? he asked.

Downtown, please, Mr. Hill said. Id like to grab something to

eat first.

Me, too, Lilly agreed. My stomach feels empty. Did the

attendants even serve dinner on the plane?

They didwhile you were sleeping.

You shouldnt be so hungry then, Lilly said.
You arent very observant, darling, Mr. Hill said. I try not to
eat anything in the air. He smiled. The food tastes like cardboard.
In a few minutes, they arrived in the downtown area of Beijing
surrounded by glistening, highrise buildings and swarms of people.
Theres a McDonalds, Mr. Hill said pointing out the car window.
Why dont we eat there?

Come on, Lilly exclaimed. Were in China! Wheres your

adventurous spirit?
Mr. Hill hugged her shoulders tightly. I must have left it
somewhere in the ocean. Forgive me. May I borrow yours?

Sure, Lilly said. A generous portion.

How about I take you all to my favorite restaurant, Benedicto
offered from the drivers seat. Its just a few blocks down, but well
still have to hurry. Closing time is tomorrow morning.

That means we have hours, right? Lilly asked. She was

confused.

No, Benedicto answered. Tomorrow will be here in about

fifteen minutes.
Lilly looked at the numbers on her phone. I get it! she said. It
will soon be twelve oclock midnight.
Benedicto chuckled. So what do you say?

Hmmm. Is the food good? Mr. Hill asked.

Quite. I know the chef.
But how do we know youre not biased because of this
friendship? Lilly asked, the corners of her mouth curving to form a
smile.
Benedicto decided to play along. Well, I suppose youll just
have to go there. The food speaks for itself. Trust me.

If youre right, and I am sure you are, Mr. Hill began, Lilly will
pay you an extra $19.00 for giving you a hard time. Its a go.
Benedictos face broke into a grin. Deal, he said.

Cruel punishment, Dad, Lilly moaned. But Ill pay up.

And Ill make sure of it, Mr. Hill guaranteed.
You dont have to. Im a trustworthy person, Lilly said.
Ill still make sure of it, Mr. Hill repeated with a smile.

The restaurant was a medium sized one with low lights hanging
from its ceiling casting a golden ambiance all around. Large abstract
posters hung on the brick walls and bowls of fortune cookies sat in
the middle of each vacant table. Over their meal of roasted duck,
spicy noodles, steamed vegetables, and green tea, Lilly and Mr. Hill
discussed their plans for lodging.

Im picking the hotel again this time, Lilly said stirring her tea,
cause the one you chose in Novosibirsk was horrible. It was
probably haunted. I got lost in it. Remember? And I never get lost.
Mr. Hill raised his thick eyebrows so as to show doubt about
that statement.

O.K., sometimes I do, Lilly admitted.

Just then, Benedicto honked the car horn from his parking spot
in front of the restaurant. Lilly and Mr. Hill flashed him two thumbs up.

He said this food would speak for itself and it is sure saying
something good to me, Lilly commented.

I agree, Lilly, Mr. Hill said. However, I need to tell you that we
wont be staying in a hotel this time around.

How come? Lilly asked.

Well, Mr. Hill began looking at his phone, Bo has set us up to
board with one of his friends who has a family of four, and thats
including two kids around your age.

This should be interesting, Lilly said. But is it at all possible

for us to stay with Bo like we did last year in the U.S.? she asked
referring to her fathers friend and associate who had moved to China
as a result of his newly acquired promotion in their firms branch
located in Asia.

No, because Bos apartment here is too small, Mr. Hill

informed her. He practically lives in his office.
Lilly made an O shape with her mouth. No biggie. Im excited
to stay wherever.

Thats the spirit, Mr. Hill said. He finished off the last of his
noodles.

After ordering red bean buns and ice cream for dessert, Mr. Hill
tipped the chef generously for allowing them to stay past closing time,
and then gave Benedicto the directions to the host familys residence
in Shuangjing. After arriving, Mr. Hill paid Benedicto before saying
farewell.

Chapter 6
The apartment complex was large, and thankfully its interior
was much warmer and more inviting than its rigid and uninspiring
exterior which rose so high into the smog-filled sky that Lilly could not
make out where it stopped. Lilly and Mr. Hill took an elevator to the
third floor.

Remember, say, Ni Hao, for hello, Mr. Hill told Lilly as they
rode up.

Got it, Lilly said repeating the words until they reached the
door marked 19Z. Mr. Hill knocked. Immediately the door swung open
and they were greeted by four beaming faces.

Ni Hao! Hello! Im Evan Leopond Sun. The man introduced

himself and welcomed them inside. He motioned to the woman, boy,
and girl standing behind him and said, This is my wife, Eia, and our
two kids, Echo and Emmy.
Eia was the first to speak. Hi! Bo told us you arrived tonight so
we decided to stay up until you arrived. Im so glad we did. It is an
honor to have you in our home. Her warm brown eyes shone.

Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Hill said. We should only
be here one or two days so I can clear up a matter.
Eia waved her hand dismissively. Feel free to stay as long as
you need to. Can I get you something to eat? Something to drink?

No. No, Lilly answered. Actually, we just had dinner at a

restaurant around here. Thats why we didnt arrive earlier.

O.K., Evan said. I wish you hadnt because the best cook in
the world made the tastiest dumpling soup. He squeezed his wifes

shoulder and she blushed.

Lilly smiled. Im sure it was wonderful. Perhaps tomorrow we
can enjoy it.

Of course, Eia agreed.

Mr. Hill, Evan began, Bo told me a little about why youre
here, although he left out most of the details, so if youll be needing
transportation, I am happy to take you and your daughter anywhere
you all need to go, as long as I am available.

Thank you for your kind offer, and I do believe we shall accept
it, at least for tomorrow as I still plan on renting a vehicle for our time
here, Mr. Hill said. We dont want our presence to interfere with your
daily activities.
Evan Sun nodded.

Children, Eia called referring to Echo and Emmy, please

show this young lady around while we finish talking.
Lilly smiled her thanks as they approached her. Thin black hair
framed both childrens faces. They had large, expressive eyes and
profound dimples. They were lithe and stood no higher from the
ground than Lilly did.

Hi, again, the girl said giving a small wave. Im Emmy and
hes my clone, otherwise known as my brother. She playfully nudged
her brother.
He tossed his head haughtily as if to dismiss her statement.
Actually, were twins and I was born a full nine minutes before her so
that makes her my clone, even though shes going to deny it to death.
And I have a name too. Its Echo.

Cool names, Lilly complimented them.

Thanks, Emmy said. Even our middle names start with the
same initials. Mines Kim, and his is Koki.

She speaks the truth on that, Echo agreed before asking Lilly,
Whats your name?

Its Lillian Hill, she replied. But you can call me Lilly.
Everybody who knows me does.

O.K. Echo said.

Emmy took Lillys arm. Come on. Ill show you around.
A door in the living room led into a pristine kitchenette. This is
our food lair, Emmy said. And Echos study headquarters. I study in
my room and eat in here, while he eats in his room and dissects
murky math problems in here.
Emmy opened a cabinet. Anyway, Lilly, our food lair is the best
because it houses rice cakes which are my favorite snacks. You
should have one.or twoeveryday that youre here. Be sure to top
them.

What are the best toppings? Lilly asked.

Well, I like natural peanut butter with sugar or marshmallow
paste or strawberry jam on mine. You can probably tell I cant decide.
But its best to experiment because no two peoples taste buds are
the same.

Thats no scientifically proven fact, Echo said quickly.

Emmy bugged out her already big eyes. Just like when you
say that youre the best twin. Thats no scientifically proven fact,
either.
Lilly switched her head back and forth from Echo to Emmy as
they spoke.

I can eat rice cakes alone for ages, Emmy continued raving.
Echo ran his fingers through his hair. Girls cannot live by rice
cakes alone, he sighed.
Emmy looked doubtful. Yeah. Those arent the exact words of
Jesus, she said

I think you should star in a commercial for the rice cake

brand, Lilly stated.

Thats my plan, Emmy agreed leading the way out of the

kitchen into a small carpeted hallway which encased five doors. She
pointed to the first two. Behind these doors are bathrooms. Nothing
much to see inside. This one on the right is our parents bath and this
one on the left is mine and Echos. You can use ours while youre
here. Ours is better because we have a whole cabinet of bubble bath
soap.

Understood, Lilly said.

Echo threw open the third door. This is my room, he declared
proudly. Whenever you want to see some fish, Lilly, you can come in
here.
Lilly surveyed his room with great interest. Everything was neat
almost too neat. The only defect was an open closet door. The
bedroom walls were starch white and the only light shone from a
disco ball, seemingly in riot against the stillness and serenity of its
surroundings. A checkered bed was pushed against one wall guarded
by two bookshelves on either side stacked with thick works full of tiny
printed words. A lone faded Michael Jordan poster hung over the bed
and Echo went to smooth its crinkled edges reverently. Lilly glanced
at Echos impressive model of the solar system which swung from the
roof. Then, she noticed a cardigan, a pair of black pants, and green-

rimmed glasses in a chair. Lilly figured Echo was the type of person
who laid out the clothes he would wear the next day the night before.
She made her way over to the fish bowl and looked inside. Three little
fish swam in circles. They seemed content.

What are their names? Lilly asked.

The orange fish is named Spock. The yellow one is named
Uhura. The blue one is named KirkCaptain Kirk, Echo told her.

Trekkie? Lilly asked with raised eyebrows.

You got it, Echo confirmed. I have almost all the DVDs under
my bed.
Lilly peeked underneath the checkered blanket. There they sat,
with over a dozen astronomy magazines. At my house we keep fish
too, but in an aquarium, Lilly said. Only they have names like Graffiti
and Lava.
Echo made a fish face before letting out a low whistle. I would
love to have an aquarium, he said dreamily.
Just then Emmy tapped Lilly on the shoulder. She was holding
a stack of drawing papers. Look at these. Theyre Echos and theyre
fantabulous! Arent they?
Echo looked uncomfortable. I entreat thee now, dear sister,
he pleaded. Dost tell me why thou must shew my wretched talent to
the world?

One person is the world now? Emmy asked innocently before

lowering her voice. He goes all Shakespearean whenever he gets
embarrassed.
Lilly stared at the amazing manga artwork in her hands. My
brother would totally love these! They are all so, wow! she

exclaimed.

Is your brother going to pop out of your suitcase or

something? Echo asked pulling his long stringy hair around his face.
Lilly laughed. No. No. He stayed in America with our Mom.
Besides, he abhors jack-in-the-boxes. Will you sign one of these for
me to keep?

Yeah, sure, Echo agreed.

When he finished, Lilly rolled the picture up and they walked
back out into the hallway. This door leads to our parents bedroom.
We wont go in there lest they catch us and think were snooping, but
I have a big piano in there. Its where I practice for four hours every
daywell, almost every day, and sometimes I compose my own
pieces, Emmy said. Do you play any instruments?
Lilly shook her head. My keyboard is my piano, she joked.
Emmy laughed a laugh which sounded like rain drops hitting
window panes.

Seriously though, Lilly began, my Mom wants me to play the

harp. Im not so sure about it, but Ill try and take lessons just for her. I
love her so much. Right now, Im just so busy with ballet class and
gymnastics class and school and competition and all that stuff. But Id
love to hear you play the piano some time before I leave.
Emmy clapped her hands before opening the door leading into
her own bedroom. I hope you like pink, she said to Lilly.

I love it. Its my favorite color.

Splendid! Emmy plopped down on the bottom bed of her
silver bunk which was adorned with pink trimmings, stuffed bears and
lovely crocheted blankets. She sighed. Im so happy that I kept this

bunk bed now. At first when we were little, Echo and I shared this
room, but then he grew a little bit taller than our bunk, so he moved
out into his own room with a bigger bed. Meanwhile, I stayed in this
same room with the same bunk because I grew no taller.

Well, youre not short, Lilly said. Just fun sized.

Echo thought this statement was especially hilarious.

But why did you guys share a room when there was an extra
one all along? Lilly asked.

Because at first our grandma lived with us and stayed in that

room untiluntil she diedlast year, Emmy answered.

Im sorry, Lilly said putting a comforting arm around Emmys

shoulders.

Oh, dont be, Echo said quickly. Did you have anything to do
with her death?

Um, no, Lilly said rather surprised.

See. You shouldnt be sorry then, Echo said.
Go to bed, weirdo, Emmy said tossing a pillow his way.
Sure. Ill take my leave now, ladies. Goodnight.
Goodnight, Lilly said.

Chapter 7
Immediately Lilly set to work unpacking her suitcase. Emmy
helped her while ooohing and aaahing at several items. In no time
at all, they were finished. Lilly stood up.

Hey, Emmy, whats all this writing on the wall? she asked
leaning forward for a closer look.
Emmy grabbed a red book from under her pillow. When
Grandma was here she gave me this book and she would read this to
me, like, every month. Its my favorite story. I fell in love with it the first
time I heard it. Unfortunately, its written in Spanish and Grandma
was the only one in my family who could read Spanish. So, after she
died, I got a copy of the Spanish alphabet and started translating the
book on this wall. That way I can read it from the vantage point of my
bed as I go to sleep.

Way cool! Lilly exclaimed. The writing was intercepted by a

framed picture of a huge garden covered in Christmas lights. Can
you tell me the story?
Emmy beamed. Of course. Hold on a minute. Im going to do
something. Dont freak out. She raised the window screen and sat
on the ledge with her feet dangling over the edge. Lilly joined her. The
view was spectacular.

Good thing Im not afraid of heights, Lilly whispered.

Emmy giggled. No gymnast can be, I suppose. But if you were
scared, theres a balcony some feet down to catch us if we fall,
although most likely we would come up with a broken bone or
something. She giggled again before launching off into telling Lilly

the story in the red book.

The story was about a gigantic dragon who promised a king
that he would protect his kingdom from its barbaric enemies so long
as the king commissioned several officers to search out the land for a
mate for him. All went well until the kings daughter grew fond of the
scaly dragon and he accidentally burnt her with his scorching fiery
breath. Out of revenge, the king committed a rash act, which brought
his kingdom to its knees. The storys ending was bittersweet.
Lilly applauded after Emmy finished telling the story, then she
sat in silence, staring at the silver moon peeking through the blanket
of fog until Emmy spoke. I wonder if theres an alien kingdom up
there somewhere and its residents are looking down on us right now.

Im not sure about that, Lilly said. But I know Someone who
is.

Who?
God.
Right. His eyes are everywhere.
So youre a believer, too?
Yeah. I became a Christian two years ago. My whole family
isI think, Emmy answered but with some doubt.
They continued talking until Emmy could hardly keep her eyes
open. Lilly back-flipped into the room and climbed into the top bunk.
Emmy slid off the window sill, marched to the bottom bed and
collapsed in between the downy sheets as if someone had pushed
her under.

Good night, Lilly sang.

Emmys good night was cut off by a loud involuntary yawn.

Dont forget to show me some pictures of California tomorrow. O.K.?

Ive never seen the beach.

I wont, Lilly promised her before falling off into a restless

sleep. No sooner had she fallen asleep when she was awakened
suddenly. It was 4:59 a.m. Her bones ached. Lilly lay awake wishing
sleep would wash over her. It stood aloof like a stubborn, unbridled
donkey. I need some water, Lilly thought. She climbed from the top
bunk. Once her feet hit the floor, a hazy green light arrested her
attention. Upon further investigation, she discovered it to be one of
Emmys glow-in-the-dark bracelets. Breathing a sigh of relief, Lilly
proceeded into the hallway, then on into the kitchen. Trying to make
as little noise as possible, she turned on the faucet and grabbed a
cup from off the shelf.

Lilly? a voice called behind her.

Lilly spun around and water sprayed onto her face and shirt.
She cut the faucet off. Dad, she said. Where did you come from?

I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Hill replied with a tired
smile. His hair was an undignified mess.

Right, Lilly paused. I was sleeping in Emmys bunk bed,

trying to sleep, I mean. I think I am jet lagged.

I must be, too, Mr. Hill said. Im sleeping on the couch,

however.
Lilly decided to stay with her father. She ended up stretching
out on the loveseat while her father tried to sleep on the couch for the
remainder of the dark morning, drifting in-between reality and
dreamland; teetering on the brink of reality, yet never fully falling over
into sleeps promising valley. When the first rays of daylight hit
Beijing, Mr. Hill tried unsuccessfully to skype with Mrs. Hill and Marco.

Theyre probably sleeping, Lilly said. Mr. Hill agreed.

By 8:00 in the morning, Lilly had showered off her drowsiness
and was ready to go with Mr. Hill to investigate the address Bo had
given them. Evan Sun drove them there. It took less than an hour.
They pulled up into a not-so-fancy housing complex and Mr. Hill and
Lilly got out and walked up to the third house from the left. Lilly
rapped on the door three times. They waited and waited for some
time until a woman with rich, brown hair threw open the door.

Chapter 8
"Mr. Hill! the woman exclaimed, stepping backwards to let them
in. Quickly she locked the door again. "Thank you so very much for
coming. Joy radiated from her face.

"I remember youfrom somewhere, Mr. Hill said, stroking his

scruffy chin thoughtfully. "Whats your name again?

"Sa the woman began.

"rah, Mr. Hill finished. "Sarah!
Lilly raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"And your last name has to do with the animal family? Am I

right? Mr. Hill asked.
The woman chuckled. "Had to do, she corrected. "It was Bird.

"Aaaahh, Mr. Hill said, clapping his hands together. "I have a
great memory!
Lilly jabbed him lightly in his ribs with her elbow. "Dad, were here
to help. And its not polite to brag, she whispered.

"Yes. This is my daughter. She moonlights as my corrections

officer, Mr. Hill joked to Sarah.

"Lillys my name, Lilly said with a warm smile while shaking

Sarahs outstretched hand.

"And a beautiful name it is, she complimented her. "Nice to meet

you!
Right then, a young man with a worried face and slicked back hair
poked his head cautiously around the corner into the room. Catching

sight of Mr. Hill, he straightened and fully walked into the room.

"Mr. Hill! he cried, throwing his arms into the air before breaking
out into a lopsided grin. "Thank God you have come!

"Manchu Carrig! Mr. Hill said in greeting. "Is that you?

"I am, the man confirmed, still grinning.
"My, my, you havent aged a bit. How have things been going? I
see you moved back to China.
Lilly raised her eyebrows again.

"Yes, Manchu replied. "First, I married my love, and we are

coming up on our third anniversary. As you can see, we have a baby
due any day now. He looked adoringly at Sarah. "Afterward, he
continued, "we settled here in China as I said I would to start a
church in my native land. We have done so and God has blessed us!

"Excuse me, Lilly said turning to her father. "So you all have met
before?
Mr. Hill nodded in the affirmative before introducing Lilly to
Manchu.

"Id be happy to tell you how we came to know each other,

Manchu said quickly before slapping his forehead. "Wait. Where are
my manners? Please have a seat.

"Hold on a minute, Sarah told him as she left the room.

Lilly and Mr. Hill sat on a camel colored couch while Manchu
plopped into the matching sofa opposite them. From her position, Lilly
surveyed all she could of the house. Though it was sparsely
furnished, the house lacked nothing of necessity. Certainly, the
Carrigs had given off no signs that they were in need of help from
their warm welcome. Lilly was eager to get to the bottom of the barrel

and find out what they really needed.

Sarah returned with a plate of tiramisu cut into perfect squares,
and placed it on the low glass table between the couch and the sofa,
instantly creating a picturesque scene.

"Take one! she urged.

Lilly did so. "Splendid, she said after taking a bite.
Sarah smiled at her, and she smiled appreciatively every time
Lilly reached for another square.

"Where should I begin? Manchu said smoothing his arm hairs in

the same direction.

"Well, the beginning is always a good place to start a story, Lilly

advised.

"Of course, Manchu said.

Lilly leaned forward on the edge of the couchsomething she
always did when someone was relating a storyno matter if it was
truth or tale.

"Sarah and I met your father at a cafe in California about four

years ago, Manchu began. "It wasnt a planned meeting. The cafe
was full that day, but your kind father offered to share his booth with
us. We got to talking and I told him of our upcoming wedding. I
remember this especially because he recommended a beautiful love
song which we did dance to, by the way.
Mr. Hill lowered his head sheepishly.

"I also told him how that I had recently graduated from USC with
a degree in International Relations, but felt as if God was calling me
back to China to minister to my native countrymen. As you can
imagine, Sarah and I were delighted to find out that your father was a

believer. He encouraged me to follow Gods leading, and at the close

of our conversation, he gave me his firms card and his direct number
so that we could contact him if the Chinese government tried to
cause any problems for us. I put them in my wallet and forgot all
about our meeting until just a few days ago. Well, actually, it was
Sarah who reminded me.
Manchu paused.
Lilly and Mr. Hill looked at each other. Then Mr. Hill asked, "I take
it the government has been attempting to thwart your church building
plans?

"Oh, yes, Manchu said. "At first, about a month after we arrived
here and got settled in, we held services right in this house. I was
amazed at our congregants thirst for the Gospel. Quickly our little
house church exploded in numbers. This was absolutely wonderful, of
course, but it did cause one problemwe needed more room.
Thankfully, our church family back in the U.S. provided the money for
us to rent out a building. I had the audacity to put the name of our
church on the front of the building in both English and Chinese only to
attract even more people to learn about Jesus. However, I quickly
learned that this wasnt a very smart move. Several officers barged in
mid-service one Sunday, and asked if our church was registered with
TSPM. I said no. They told us that we had to apply for a license
immediately or stop holding services because we did not have
permission from the government, and we were disrupting the peace
by inciting citizens to rebel. I promptly told them that we were only
sharing the Gospel and did not need permission from the government
to do this because we had permission from God. This only infuriated
them, and by the next Sunday, they had the owner of the building to
kick us out for breaking the sound ordinance. I am convinced this
was just a setup.

Before Manchu could say more, Lilly asked, "Why not register
with the Three Self Patriotic Movement?

"Simply because it is headed by the Communist Party and they

control and restrict Three Party churches, Manchu replied. "They
twist the true teachings of Christianity and decide who can preach
and what can be preached. For one, you cannot preach Jesus
resurrection or His return. Neither can you give out Bibles. It would be
easier for us if we submitted to their rule, but then we would serve no
purpose over here. The Chinese people need the truth, just as
everyone else does!
Manchu sighed passionately.
Lilly nodded earnestly. "I see, she said. "I totally agree.
Manchu continued. "Anyway, after that week, Sarah, our
members, and I decided to meet together at a local park and hold
services. The police continued to harass us. They attacked us with
batons at one point and threatened arrest. I feared for our
congregants.

"Yes! Sarah interrupted. "The police even pushed their way into
our house about three weeks ago. They confiscated our Bibles, and
all our Christian literature, and my cross necklace! She hit the sofa
arm with her hand as she mentioned each item. "I wanted to fight
them.
Manchu put his arm around her as if to protect her from her own
outrage.

"But our faith cannot be taken away, he said calmly.

Chapter 9
Sarah calmed down a bit after her outburst, then she went on to
explain how she had come to contact Mr. Hill. "Some time after that
incident, I was reminded of our meeting and spoke with Manchu
about it. Sure enough, he found Mr. Hills card and number still in his
wallet. I called you, but could only get in a few words before our
phone was strangely cut off.

"Well, that solves that little mystery, Mr. Hill said to Lilly. He laced
his fingers together and looked satisfied. "So is the park still your
place of meeting?

"No. Not any more, Manchu answered. "One of our congregants

owns his own small restaurant and shop on the outskirts of town. We
meet in the back of his building every Wednesday eve and Sunday
morning. So far, so good.

"Todays Wednesday, Lilly said coolly.

Manchu caught on. "Would you like to attend our service tonight?

"Definitely, Mr. Hill and Lilly said in unison.

Manchu was delighted. He scribbled down the directions on a
sheet of paper and handed it to them. "Everyones to be there by
7:30. After that the doors are locked. But if you arrive later for
whatever reason, just jiggle the door handles. Someone will come out
and ask you for the password. Its fish.
Lilly quickly wrote fish on her arm with the blue marker she
carried in her pocket.

"Mr. Hill, Sarah began, "I just want to thank you and your

daughter again for coming to see us. When I called you, I really
wasnt expecting a visit. I was only hoping youd remember us and be
willing to represent us from America if government officials continued
to harass us and our congregants.

"No matter, Mr. Hill said with a wave of his hand. "Not only are
we happy that we could make this trip, but I am thrilled to see you all
again. Of course, I will do everything in my power to protect you from
unjust attacks brought against you by anyone.
After saying their farewells, Mr. Hill called Evan Sun to pick them
up. Evan looked at them questioningly as they slid into their seats.
"Everything go all right? he asked.

"Quite well, Mr. Hill replied. "Turns out some friends of mine may
need my help.
Sensing that he did not wish to elaborate, Evan switched the
subject. "Is there any place else you wish for me to take you right
now?

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Hill said. "I need to stop at a car rental and
get a vehicle. Again, you have been very generous in offering to drive
us around, but I dont want to tie you up in case Lilly and I decide to
do some sightseeing.
After much protesting, Evan consented. Lilly helped Mr. Hill pick
out a car. Afterwards, Mr. Hill and Lilly split ways with Evan Sun to do
some gift shopping for Mrs. Hill, Marco, and their friends in the U.S.
Lilly purchased an ornate music box for Mrs. Hill, a mirrored iPhone
case for Adria, and a father-daughter robot paperweight for Mr. Hill,
among other things. I already have a gift for Marco, she thought.

"Your mother is consistently baffled by how I am able to give gifts

around Christmas time without going Christmas shopping, Mr. Hill

remarked as they exited the store. "I do all my holiday shopping

January through October. He chuckled good naturedly.

"Dont worry. Your secrets safe with me, Lilly promised.

For a late lunch, Lilly and Mr. Hill stopped at a sushi bar. They
discussed the plight of Christians in foreign lands as they ate.

"I just dont understand why some people feel the need to hurt
those followers of Jesus and those who believe differently than they
do, Lilly sighed, pushing her tekka maki around in spicy soy sauce
with a pair of chopsticks. "I mean they arent hurting anybody, and its
only fair that Christians have the same freedom to believe what they
want, in Who they want, and be able to share those beliefs with
anybody they want. Of course, that anybody has the freedom not to
listen or accept their beliefs as his or her own. Another thing, why
fight so hard against someone believing in God and His Son, when
you dont even believe they exist? It makes no sense to feel
threatened by fairy tales and falsities! Right, Dad? I mean, wheres
the logic in that? She threw her hands up, causing one of her
chopsticks to back flip off her plate, bounce into the air, and prick her
in the leg before falling on the tile floor. "Oww! she exclaimed
rubbing her thigh.
Mr. Hill retrieved the chopstick and handed it back to Lilly. "How I
wish everyone saw things the way you do, Lilly, Mr. Hill said. "Well,
maybe not everything, he quickly added, "or wed all be dressed in
pink, sipping cotton candy drinksor something.
Lilly narrowed her eyes.
Mr. Hill shuddered as if the very thought sent chills up his spine.
"O.K., O.K. Maybe we wouldnt all be doing that; perhaps something
a bit more edifying, he said before chuckling again. "Anyway, one
things for sure, Id be out of a job if everyone saw things the way you

and I do. Then thered be no one to prosecute, make enemies with,

roll in the mud with. He whistled and shook his head solemnly. "The
stuff of nightmares.

"You mean the mud made up of suits, and thick books, and arm
twisting? No, thank you. Lilly wrinkled her nose. "I wonder, what
would you be doing if you hadnt decided to become a lawyer?

"I have no idea, Mr. Hill replied. "I burnt my bridges. Didnt
formulate a plan B.
It was Lillys turn to laugh.

"Oh, I know what you would be doing, she said, a mischievous

glint in her eyes.

"Let me hear it, Mr. Hill said apprehensively.

"You would be doing gymnastics with me!
Mr. Hill face-palmed trying to stop the thought from registering in
his head. "Oh, no! he groaned. "Please stop!
Lilly refused to spare him. "Just listen, she said breathlessly.
"Daddy-daughter gymnastics is just like THE best idea ever! Am I
right? I know Im right!

"No! No. Me in one of those shiny tight outfitsNever! This is

much too painful.

"I ought to shout it from the rooftops, Lilly teased.

"In that case, I most definitely would have to gag you with one of
these large napkins, Mr. Hill said dangling one in front of her.
It took Lilly several minutes to recover from how hard she was
laughing.
At last Mr. Hill continued, "Seriously though, it would be more

than nice if every one sided with me and you on issues such as
religious freedom. Some of the persecutors, especially those here in
China, do not wish for other people to acknowledge the existence of
God because they themselves desire to be worshiped. Whenever
they hear the powerful name of Jesus being praised, they feel the
need to stamp it out by means of violence. However, it is not wise for
us to judge them. Lets just pray for them along with the people who
they are persecuting.

"Youre right, Dad, Lilly agreed finishing off her drink with one
long sip. "Thats what Ill do.
Mr. Hill smiled.
By the time they returned to the Suns apartment, Lilly and Mr. Hill
had about three hours to spare before they left for the Carrigs
church. Lilly decided to learn more about the reality of persecution
using her phone as Emmy attempted to sketch a photo of her on her
drawing pad. The "portrait turned out to look more like a lioness or a
wooly haired cyborg. Emmy called it "abstract, but Echo called
it zhengning, which translates in English to "hideous. Other than an
appreciative glance, Lilly didnt comment for she was both startled
and alarmed by what she was reading.

"Lilly, Mr. Hill said entering the living room. "Weve got thirty
minutes till. Ready to go? He tapped his watch.

"Just need my shoes, Lilly answered jumping up from her

upside-down position on the couch.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? Emmy asked.

"Hold on, Lilly said. She followed Mr. Hill into the hallway before
asking, "Is it alright if I invite the Suns to church with us?
Mr. Hill was unsure. "I dont know, Lilly, he answered running his

fingers through his dark silky hair. "They might be hostile to

Christianity, for all we know. Perhaps it is not wise for us to push it on
them so soon.

"But they arent, Lilly said. "Emmy told me they all believe in
God.

"Wonderful! In that case, I dont see why not. Tell them to hurry
though.

Chapter 10
Eia, Echo, and Emmy seemed pleased to accept the invitation to
accompany the Hills to church. However, they lost a few minutes
waiting for Evan to return from his job. He, too, agreed to attend
church and expressed his enthusiasm by saying, "In the door and
right back out again. We havent been to a church in so long.
Mr. Hill sped to the restaurant shop. With the Suns following close
behind in their own vehicle, they all arrived minutes before the doors
were to be locked.

"Hello! Hello! a small man with smiling eyes greeted them from
behind the fancy counter. He introduced himself as Kya Ray. It was
evident that he was the owner of the shop. "You two are the
Americans Pastor Manchu told me would be coming, yes?

"Indeed, Mr. Hill confirmed. "We took the liberty to bring some
friends as well.
Ray beamed. "Bless you, he said. "You havent even been to
one of our services, yet you are already inviting others!

"It wasnt me exactly, Mr. Hill said crediting Lilly.

By now quite a few members had left their lukewarm cups of java
and tea and sweet cakes to greet the newcomers. Although some
could not speak English very well, love abounded.

"Are you sure this is a real church? Emmy whispered to Lilly

after receiving a warm hug from a great grandfather in a wheelchair.
She eyed the swivel chairs reserved for customers and the pretty
trinkets on sale in the other side of the shop.

"Um, yeah, Lilly whispered back. "Theres a verse in Ephesians

which says that we are members of His body. That means that a
church isnt really a building. Its the people inside; theyre the
church.

"Oh, Emmy replied. "I never thought of it that way. That makes
sense. Totally.

"Can I get any of you something to drink? Eat? Ray asked them.
"On Wednesday nights, everythings free. My order!
Mr. Hill thanked him for the free food and drink, but still gave him
a tip. "Ill take some tea, he said. "That will suffice.
Lilly ordered the same. "With sugar, she said.
Out of politeness, the Suns ordered drinks also. At the end of
their feasting and fellowshipping, Ray put the closed sign in the shop
window and dimmed the restaurant lights. Pulling back a sliding panel
in the back wall, he led everyone into a storage room no bigger than
a medium-sized garage. The congregants took their seats swiftly. It
was so crowded that some people had to sit on the floor. Lilly took a
spot on the floor near the front with the twins.
Everyone participated in singing a few lively hymns under the
direction of Sarah. Halfway through "Jesus Loves Me, a look of
excitement flashed across her face. "My baby! Its kicking! she
exclaimed.

"I think its trying to sing, Manchu joked.

"Or dance, Lilly added.
Joyful laughter ensued. A time of prayer followed a solo sung in
Chinese by a young man with his sister playing a flute. Despite not
having any of the trappings of the fine church buildings across the
ocean, worship poured from each persons heart. Manchus message

was moving. He spoke of Gods everlasting love and encouraged

everyone to cling to their faith in the face of tribulation.

"Trials are just tests. They cannot compare to the brilliance

awaiting us in Heaven, he said.
The great grandfather still in his wheelchair, cried out as he
witnessed his grand-daughters hard heart melt at the hearing of
Gods Word. Using his trembling hands, he explained that he had
invited her to church many times, only to be rebuffed as she refused
in anger thanks to mistreatment she endured at the hands of her
religious stepmother. Now, after attending church for the fourth time,
she was coming to Jesus.
With full hearts and each others blessings, everyone dispersed
into the smog-filled night. Wrapped in her black trench coat, Lilly
excitedly spoke of the evenings events with Mr. Hill as they trailed
the Suns back to their home. Once again, he agreed that a great
work was being done through the efforts of Manchu and Sarah
Carrig.
Unable to keep up with Emmys incessant chattering, sweet sleep
came swiftly for Lilly after she climbed into the bunk and pulled the
blanket decorated with its mass of curls and twists up and over
her head.
The sun rose the next morning with a seemingly new-found
determination to make its presence known over Beijing like an
electric mohawk on a bald mans head. Lilly looked out the window as
the suns rays sliced through the smog. Dust particles floated past.
For some reason, the whole sky scene reminded her of a dessert.

"The smog is a huge chocolate cake. The suns rays are

butterscotch icing drizzling down its sides and the dust bits are
sprinkles. What a polluted junky cake, Lilly muttered before closing

the window to dress in privacy without the attention of the wispy

clouds sailing by surveying everything and everyone up in the sky.
When Marco was seven, he had told Lilly a story. (Well, he called
it a theory. Lilly called it a story.) He said that the clouds were silent
soldiers of the sky. They watched everyone from on high and stored
up a huge amount of spy film. Thats why they became so fat. Clouds
were jealous things, mad that they could not partake in peoples
joyous events. So they did only what they couldwatch. And
sometimes one or two would speak by striking some poor human
with lightning. Then, the clouds would roar cruelly about it, and their
laughter would produce thunder. Of course, Lilly tried to tell Marco the
science behind the formation of clouds and lightning bolts, but Marco
would have none of it.
Lilly laughed then, and she laughed now even harder upon
remembering it. "Ill have to call Mama and Marco again, she told
herself.
At the moment, this was the only thing Lilly was sure she was
going to do that day, besides eating with chopsticks and having
devotions. Emmy and Echo had already slipped out of the apartment
for school, and would be gone until evening.

"Perhaps we can visit part of the Great Wall. It would be a dream

come true if Dad and I could camp out there before heading back
home, Lilly mused. "One things for sure. This marvelous day will not
go to waste! she resolved.
After dressing, Lilly stretched before brushing her hair as she
pattered about the room. In a few minutes, a firm knock came on the
outside of the door.

"Lilly, are you up in there? Dressed? It was Mr. Hills voice.

"Double yes! Lilly answered. "I was just waiting on you.

Mr. Hill opened the door. "Good morning, Lilly! Looks like an
emergency has come up. Sarah just called and notified me that
Manchu is missing! I hope you have a triple yes for this question:
Ready to go?

Chapter 11
Backing out of the apartments parking lot, Mr. Hill filled Lilly in
on the details of his conversation with Sarah Carrig: She said that
not long after they arrived home from services, Manchu was called by
the young woman who came to Jesus last night. Her great
grandfather was extremely ill, and she asked for Pastor Manchu to
come to their house and be near him if indeed it was her great
grandfathers last hours. Manchu left for their house around midnight,
leaving Sarah behind to get some rest. When she awoke this
morning, she was greatly disturbed to find out that he hadnt
returned.

Bizarre, Lilly commented. He looked the picture of health last

night. I mean, for a guy like way up the ladder in years.

Yeah, Mr. Hill agreed. However, he might have been

struggling with some disease internally. Or, perhaps, all the
excitement got to him last night. The guy could hardly contain his
happiness.
Lilly nodded. So where are we headed? To Sarahs or some
place else? She dumped a handful of rice krispies into her mouth.
The box of cereal was the handiest breakfast she had been able to
snag from the Suns kitchen. No utensils were necessary. Only
certain body parts were required.

Not to Sarahs, Mr. Hill answered. I believe the best point to

commence this investigation is at great grandfather Mitsubishis
place. Well find out whether or not he arrived; and if so, what went on
when he left. Wherever those clues lead, well follow or fly.

If only we had wings, Lilly sighed.

Mr. Hill smiled. More or less.

Do you already have Mitsubishis address? Lilly asked.

Yes. Sarah sent it to my phone. They live in a fishing village
near the mountains a ways from the city.

O.K., but couldnt Sarah just call them?

She did. The phone went to voice mail.
And Manchu?
She called him as wellmultiple times. It just rang out. Im
pretty sure shes trying again even as we speak.
Mr. Hill and Lilly rode in thoughtful silence for a while longer
until suddenly Mr. Hill leaned forward exclaiming, That looks like a
nasty accident up ahead! Wait! Is that?

Manchus car? Lilly interjected. Yes! Yes, it is!

The driver in the car behind them beeped furiously at Mr. Hill
for slowing down. Mr. Hill deftly swerved out of the lane and parked
on the side of the road. He and Lilly got out and approached the
scene of the car accident. It appeared as if Manchu had tried to
escape the oncoming car but despite the effort, the two collided head
on. The front end of both cars were smashed into each other and
glass from the decimated headlights was strewn about.

Excuse me, Mr. Hill said to the policeman who appeared to

be in-charge of the situation. Can you tell me what went on here?
The man who had cheeks so sunken that even if he tried to fill
them with air they would not puff out, looked at Mr. Hill questioningly.
An auto accidentthat happened, he said.

O.K. Thats obvious. Can you give me any details? Mr. Hill
asked.

No, the man said. He proceeded to give some details

anyway. Looks like the person in this car drove the wrong way. He
pointed to Manchus car, then to the other car with his head. Person
in this car drove the right way. Wrong-way driver hit right-way drivers
car. The collision caused the cars to spin around in this awkward
position.

How do you figure that it was this car coming the wrong way?
I think, the officer said. Imagine them spinning. If it was the
other car headed the wrong way, they would be in totally different
positions. He waved his arms about wildly as if it was silly. Mr. Hill
had doubts about what he was saying. Perhaps he was drunk and
did not have his lights on like a good driver!

That isnt him at all, Mr. Hill muttered. Was there any
identification in the vehicle?

Yes. The officer called to another officer and spoke to him in

Chinese.
He left for his car then returned handing him a plastic bag filled
with documentation. Here, the first officer said showing the
contents.
Mr. Hill took one look at the drivers license. Manchu Baltimore
Carrig, he read. Thats him. Was there any identification in the other
car?

No, the police officer answered looking askance. Besides,

what relation are you to him? Who are you?

Well, I am a lawyer and a friend of Manchu.

And do you practice law in these parts?

No. I reside in America. Im visiting here for Manchus sake.
Thats why this accident is of such concern to me.

Oh, was he having legal troubles?

Not necessarily.
You not eager to speak of his troubles? Why? Sir, you care for
friend, Manchu. Then tell me every suspicious wart, or youll fall
under suspicion.
Mr. Hill threw his head back and let out a laugh. Lilly couldnt
suppress a smile at the absolute absurdity of the officers last words.

Trying to imply that I am a suspect does not threaten me in

the least, Mr. Hill said resolutely.
The officer responded with a smirk.

Excuse me, Lilly said. I assume no bodies were found in the

cars, right?
The officers sunken eyes now rested on her questioningly.
Assumption correct, he said.

Come on, Lilly, Mr. Hill said. He walked closer to the

damaged cars and began taking pictures with his phone. Lilly did the
same with her phone, but from different angles.

Pleaseno contamination of the scene, the officer said

following them around.

Of course not, Mr. Hill replied. But, just in case, this should
make you feel better. He pulled out a pair of leather gloves from his
coat pocket, put them on his hands, and resumed taking pictures.

I think Ive covered everything, Lilly said eventually. Your

pictures can serve as backup.

So thats how its going to be, Mr. Hill said, patting her on the
back. Good job, Lilly! He thanked the officer for his help as they
returned to their car. The officer didnt respond and only called to
another officer to get a towing company on the phone.

Chapter 12
Thats a laconic man, if ever I met one, Mr. Hill commented
as he started up the engine.

What does that mean, Dad? Lilly asked.

Laconic? Not very fond of using words.
Hmmm. Hes that or just plain mean-spirited, Lilly said.
Mr. Hill chuckled. Whatever the case, something isnt setting
right with me about that crash.

Yeah, me either, Lilly mused. Did you notice anything in

particular?

Well, Im still working on the particulars. But something about

the crash scene seemed staged and there was no identification for
the other driver His voice trailed off.

Yeah, but maybe it was like a hit and run, Lilly said. Or the
other passenger may have helped Manchu get to a hospital, or viceversa. Perhaps we should check hospitals around here.

Maybe, but if thats the case, the police should have already
checked, and the hospital would have notified Sarah by now. At least
they should have. Another thing: I refuse to believe Manchu was
driving the wrong way or whatever. Looks to me like his car sustained
the most damage. Anyway, Im going to continue on to Mitsubishis
place.

O.K. Lilly examined the accident photos on her phone. There

isnt any blood on the dashboard or anywhere in either car. I mean,
nothing of the interiors is out of place This was a careful crash. I

bet nobody got hurt.

Mr. Hill nodded.
At Grandfather Mitsubishis house, they learned that Manchu
had never arrived. Even more surprising, Grandfather Mitsubishi
claimed that neither he nor his great-granddaughter, Ivy, called the
Carrigs with news that he was sick.

And certainly not near death, Grandfather Mitsubishi said

looking surprised. See! I was lifting these weights out on the patio
right before you all came in!

I saw you, Mr. Hill said. But someone is lying here. Are you
positive that you werent sick last night?

Of course! The only sickness I have ever had is a spiritual one

and asthma. But Ive been living with asthma since the age of
nineteen. Listen, someone might be mentally ill here, but its not me. I
plan on sticking around for several more years.
Mr. Hill patted him on the shoulder. Alright, sir. I believe you. Is
Ivy around?

No, no. Shes at college in the city. But you can call her.
Heres her number. Grandfather Mitsubishi handed Mr. Hill a sheet of
notebook paper.
Mr. Hill punched in the numbers. When Ivy answered, she also
denied having called the Carrigs the previous night. Neither was my
great-grandfather sick in the slightest, she said. In fact, we had ice
cream and turned in for the night after returning home. We were not
disturbed. Has something happened to him that I need to know
about?
Mr. Hill sensed panic rising in her voice. Calm down, he
urged. Grandfather is perfectly fine, but Manchu is missing. He

supposedly left for your place after receiving this call in the night.

Oh, my! Ivy exclaimed. Um, I really hope that no one has
discovered our little church. Ive been so blessed there in just the
short time I have attended. Im sorry. Ill be praying.
Mr. Hill thanked her before hanging up. Shes legit, he said.

Grandfather Mitsubishi, did you get Sarahs calls this

morning? Lilly asked.

No. I mean, the phone, our house phone did ring several
times. He motioned to the white phone hanging on the wall before
continuing in his raspy voice, striving to pronounce the words in
English properly and deliberately. That phone doesnt get answered
unless Ivy is home. She knows to call me on my cellular if its an
emergency. She is the only person in possession of that number.
Even then, Im slow to pick that one up. The phones ringing irritates
many times over.

The phone will stop ringing when you pick it up, Mr. Hill
suggested.
Grandfather Mitsubishi smiled craftily. Youyou both be too
young to remember the days with no phones or other technology.
They were peaceful.
The thought of life devoid of technology was an especially
unpleasant one to Lilly.

Well, Mr. Hill began, does anyone else share this house with
you besides Ivy? It is lovely and quite sprawling. He gently fingered
the bamboo tapestry serving as a divider between rooms in the
house.
Good question, Lilly thought. Someone else might have been
prank calling.

Grandfather Mitsubishi swiveled himself in his wheelchair in a

circle round the carpeted floor. Sometimes our extended family
comes and stays for new years and weekends to do what is called a
reunion, and, on occasion, Ill rent out half the house to some tourists
or other. But that was not the case last night. Theres only myself and
Ivy inhabiting this place. Her, because she had a bad family situation.
I helped rescue her and now shes my caretaker, even though I dont
take much care.
He paused. Lilly let out a little laugh. Then he continued. Me,
because this place was built by my father who owned a pretty large
fishing business in this village.

Is he still alive as well? Lilly asked.

No, dearie, replied Grandfather Mitsubishi. But wouldnt that
be something if he still was?
Mr. Hill nodded that it would be.

You see, I was my parents only child who never married. That
is not the only reason my father left this house to me, but that is a
long storyone which I doubt you have time to hear the half of.

Im afraid youre right, Mr. Hill said reluctantly. Until Manchu

is found, I wont be able to restat least not properly.

Yes, Grandfather Mitsubishi said. Wrinkles now highlighted

his still youthful looking face. Pastor Manchus disappearance
troubles me so. Even though he is my pastor and introduced me to
Jesus, I see him as my own son. Once you find out who placed this
false voice message, or who hijacked him on the road, or anything
about Pastor Manchus whereabouts, call me and do say.

Yes, sir, Mr. Hill assured him.

Lilly patted his hand. Take care, she said.

............

To unravel this confounded morass, Mr. Hill sighed, gripping

the steering wheel of their rental car.

We will, Dad, Lilly said confidently. In fact, that is the proof

that he was not the one driving the wrong way. You were right.
Manchu never arrived.

Of course.
So what should we do next?
Im probably going to ask Bo for his assistance on this case,
primarily to uncover where this phone call originated. Hes a master
at cracking code and pulling the fleece back from fakes. Hes more of
a detective than I am. Unfortunately, I have a hunch government
officials are involved in Manchus disappearance. Then well have to
find out who tipped them off.
Suddenly a thought rattled Lillys brain. Surely someone living
along that road where the crash occurred would have heard
something, she surmised. Why dont we stop and see?

Great idea! Mr. Hill said. It wouldnt hurt to see.

Lillys expectations were met at the first house she knocked at

the first in a row of houses backed by a formidable forest. The door
was flung open by a Chinese man wearing a seashell necklace for a
shirt and black slacks. Frothy white cream covered half his chin and
an expression of embarrassment came over his face at answering
the door in such a manner.

Can I help you? he asked timidly.

That depends, Mr. Hill stated kindly before jumping into the

reason for why he and Lilly had so unexpectedly interrupted the

mans seemingly pleasant afternoon.
After giving it some thought, the man responded to Mr. Hills
proddingmore boldly this time. Now that I recall, I did hear some
noise last nightwhat sounded like a bang and then some scuffling.
All rather soft, I thought, to be anything too serious. Maybe just some
rowdy neighbors fooling around near the road. Thats why I stayed
inside. Was anybody hurt in the accident? he asked with genuine
concern.

Right now, we dont know that, Lilly replied. Both of the

drivers are missing.

One of them was a friend of ours, Mr. Hill added.

Have you made contact with the police? Filed a missing
persons report? the man asked.

Police are on the case, Mr. Hill assured him. I fear its slightly
too early for them to classify our friend as a missing person.

I see, the man said. I cant imagine what its like to have a
friend missing. Good luck on finding him!

Thank you, Lilly said.

With a God bless! from Mr. Hill, they turned to leave.

And if I can be of any more help to you all, just stop by again,
the man called after them before adding limply, Ill be fully dressed
next time!
Lilly and Mr. Hill waved before moving onto the next house.
There and at the next residencies, Lilly and Mr. Hill heard more
of the same middling reports, except from a couple who slept through
it all. However, at the fifth house, the residents there gave a more

interesting and assured account of what they saw and heard the night
before.

After the crash occurred, I went out on the porch to see what
happened, a retired man of sixty-three years said to Mr. Hill and Lilly.
I got my flashlight out and shined its light down the hill onto the road.
About three men were already down there helping out, I assumed.
One of them looked like a police officer because of his uniform. He
yelled a couple times that everything was being taken care of and
that no more help was needed, so I came back indoors.
Lilly and Mr. Hill glanced at each other.

Were you able to get a look at who was in either car? Mr. Hill
inquired. Just close your eyes and let the scene flood your mind
from your memory.

Well, Im already blind in my left eye if that helps any, the old
man chuckled. Still he obeyed.

Now, tell us who was there and what they looked like, Lilly
said.

Well, I cant get a look at who was in the beige colored car,
the old man said slowly.
Lilly and Mr. Hill knew the beige car was Manchus.

Out of the green car comes a manChinese like me,

midsized with lengthy hair and wearing thick-lensed glasses, a jacket
burgundy colored, hooded, emblazoned with letters of a mustard
yellow colornothing remarkable.

Very good, Mr. Hill said scribbling this information down on a

sheet of paper. Now, I really need for you to concentrate. Can you
describe the other three men around the cars?

Hmmtheres the police officer yelling at me. My flashlight is

shining right in his face, hindering me from seeing his features, but
Im sure hes normal looking as well. The other two fellows are bent
over trying to open the beige car door to see if the driver is well. Wait!
One of them turned aroundHe has some distinct facial hairlooks
like a goatee. Here the old mans gray eyes popped open. Thats it.
Im back inside now.

So nobody appeared to be injured? Lilly questioned. Lying

on the grass, perhaps?
The old man gave an honest answer. No, maam. The man
coming from the green car appeared A-O.K. As for the other driver, I
dont know. He was still in his vehicle. Now, a few minutes after
coming back in I heard some screams, which
Tiny hairs on the back of Lillys neck stood up and she deftly
moved up to the edge of the chair on which she was sitting.
The old mans wife who had been silent up until this point,
looked lovingly at Lilly. Our chairs wont swallow you up, she said.

Ohright. Lilly quickly regained her composure.

These screams, Mr. Hill began, can you clarify what they
sounded like?

Yes. A male voice was doing the screaming. It was kind of

muffled though. I picked up that they were cries for help. Maybe the
fellow stuck in the beige colored car was wounded after all, the old
man said. At my wifes behest, I didnt go back outside, as I wanted
to.

Perhaps you should have disobeyed me just that once, she

told her husband. We might have been able to tell these two their
friends whereabouts.

The old man shrugged. Cant change might have into can
now, he commented. Have you spoke to the police yet?
Lilly nodded. They werent able to shed much light on
anything, at the time.

Were headed to the station now this time around, Mr. Hill
said rising to leave. Thank you for your assistance.

No thanks needed, the old man said seeing them off. I just
put what my eye saw and my ears heard into words and spoke them
out to you.

Chapter 13
Do you believe our half-blind witness? Lilly asked buckling
her seat belt.

Ive got no doubts, Mr. Hill said assuredly. I believe every

word.

So do I, but if a policeman was already at the scene, wouldnt

the officer we talked to earlier know where Manchu is, not to mention
the other driver?

Thats what Im questioning, Mr. Hill echoed. Unless they are

both being held at a station for some reason.

Or, Manchu was not in the car to begin with. Maybe it

malfunctioned, he lost control, and jumped out before the crash, Lilly
said.

Highly unlikely, Mr. Hill reasoned. If thats the case, Manchu

would have called us, Sarah, or somebody else by now. And I would
have to look into his car malfunctioning, you know possible
sabotage by someone else. But a sudden car malfunction for no
reason? I wouldnt buy it in this case.

Yeah. And how did that officer guy even arrive at the crash
scene so fast?

He might have been patrolling the area, Mr. Hill guessed.

But I have some reservations regarding his presence there at that
time as well. According to the last witness, he went outside as soon
as he heard the crash and the officer and three other guys were
already there, like BAM!

They must have been trailing Manchu, Lilly said. And what
do you make of the screams heard afterward?

Im keeping an open mind on that since our witness did not

see anything precise to equate with the screaming. Yet, I must admit,
it only adds to my suspicions.

Before we stopped at the first house, you said that

government people were probably involved. That includes the
Peoples Armed Police too, right Dad? Lilly said.

Right.
Well, based on the last guys account, Lilly began, I think
youre proven right, even though I believed you from the start.

I never tire of being correct, Mr. Hill said with a wry smile. I
always am with you by my side.
Lilly threw out a few more theories as they rode. And Mr. Hill
did the same. Together they tested them, knocked a couple down,
and applauded each others logic in formulating strong possible
theories.

O.K., Im going to let you out up here at the Suns apartment,

Mr. Hill announced as the complex came into view. Stay there while I
do some confronting at the station. Is that O.K. with you?
Lilly answered quickly. Why? I have some words to say to
whoever might be holding Manchu.

Im sure you do. However, I fear this situation is becoming

highly volatile, especially if the officials have found out Manchu is still
pastoring a Christian church. If something happens at the station, I
dont want you caught in the mix. Now, when I come back, well do
something fun in the town. O.K.?

Um, no sir, Lilly said again trying to keep a serious face. I

like working on cases with you. Thats fun!

Well, Mr. Hill began, if you keep on working all the time,
youll end up looking like me in just a few yearsstrands of grey in
your hairworn skinblah, blah.
Lilly burst into laughter at her Dads exaggerated description of
himself. In truth he was a very energetic man of thirty-nine years with
eyes Mrs. Hill often proclaimed were prettier than the sunset. Still,
Lilly decided to play along.

Mom gave me these looks and I intend on keeping them.

So are we cool now? Mr. Hill asked, holding out his hand.
Yes, Lilly said exchanging their special handshake.
Thats my girl.
Lilly stepped out onto the curb. Stay safe, she called.
Mr. Hill beeped the cars horn.
Lilly watched him drive away before turning and walking into
the retro lobby.

Chapter 14
Letting herself into the Suns apartment, Lilly decided to do two
things. First, Ill see if Momma and Marco are available to Skype,
then Ill give Sarah an update on what we found, she thought. But
before she could do either thing one or thing two, hunger, that
stealthy force, robbed skype-ing of its first place position. She set
about warming up the Mou Shu pancake wraps Eia had saved for her
from that mornings breakfast. She sprinkled sugar on top before
taking a bite. Delicious!
Pressing the power button on her cell phone, Lilly was
dismayed to see it was at one percent. She remembered her charger
was in Emmys room and picked up her plate. Come along, she said
good-naturedly. Youve got a job to finish. Right then, Evan Sun
entered the kitchen, stopping Lilly in her tracks with a cheery Hello.
How are you today, miss?

Splendid! Lilly replied, for she was. How are you?

Not quite splendid, Evan answered. But I am very well and
having splendid people like you and your father stay under our roof
has made my day so much better.
Lilly grinned.
Evan noticed her plate. Oh! Youre having what Eia made
earlier. She would be so pleased. I hope you will find the food to your
liking.

I already have, Lilly said. Thanks. If Im not here when she

returns, please tell her I said her cooking is wonderful.

About that, Evan began, shes staying with the kids at their

tutors place for the weekend. Its something they do once a month.
Eia believes its helping Echo and Emmy improve their exam scores
and music skills.

I see.
Now, I wish I had told them not to bother since youre here
and Im not a kid you would want to play with. Evan smiled warmly.
Lilly laughed. No biggie. Im pretty good at entertaining
myself.
Evan seemed to be searching for something else to say. He
finally settled on, Well, if you need anything, Ill be here.

Thank you, Lilly said. She was eager to get back to feeding
the discontent beasther growling stomach. She then looked at her
dead phone and turned on her socked heel. Actually, there is
something I need now. Do you have a computer I can use?

Sure, miss. Will a laptop work?

Well, its a computer, Lilly said.
Indeed. Evan Sun brought his laptop into Emmys room so
that Lilly could be more at ease. It turned out that Mrs. Hill and Marco
were available to video chat. They popped up on the screen making
kissy faces at Lilly. She blew them kisses back, and the familiar family
chatter began.

Marco, how have you been living while big sis is away?
Sickly, he said in a shrill voice. For some reason, this set Mrs.
Hill to laughing.

How come? Lilly asked. You do look wiped out!

Well, Mrs. Hill began, he got sick about one day after you
guys left. Its probably due to a summer flu thats going around. She

cradled Marcos head in her arm.

See, I need you, Lilly. Youre my lifes good luck charm,

Marco said jokingly before asking, Wheres Dad? I must confess my
sin. The time has come.

You flatter me, Marco, but Dad is away right now. What?
Lilly began.

And where are you at, sweetie? Mrs. Hill asked, her voice
filled with motherly concern. If he left you in some dungeon teeming
with henchmen, Ill swim the ocean to come and save you!

Oh, Momma! Im in a right proper house, Lilly said laughing,

ducking from in front of the screen to give her a full view of Emmys
room. In fact, were staying with some people this time around. Dont
worry. They are a nice civilized family with two kids. So Im not alone,
even though the kids are gone right now too.
This answer eased Mrs. Hills concern for her daughter.

So what were you saying again about sin and redemption,

Marco? Lilly asked.

Nothing about redemption, Marco said. But I feel the need to

make a confession about why I am sickprobably, he said gingerly.

Go on, Mrs. Hill prodded, raking her hand through her rich
hair which she had dyed a slightly different shade of brown than
before. She quite enjoyed putting her children on mock trial and
serving as a judge eager to dole out merciful sentences. Otherwise,
she steered clear of the real serious legal stuff which made up her
husbands world.
Marco obeyed her command. Mom and I went to a pet store in
the airport and I saw some really cute doggies that you can buy us for
my birthdayBut thats not the point! We bought some dog food and

dog supplies and when we came back I ate some of the food
because I was so curious about how it tasted. I mean, the titles on the
canned foods were very tempting, so I couldnt resist one iota!
Unfortunately, it all tasted gross, but I powered through at least half a
can. So thats why I am queasy, Sis, he ended limply.
At this revelation, Mrs. Hill looked sick herself.
Lilly was at a loss for words. But she quickly found some. If I
were there, I would make you my magical Milky Way meatballs. That
would make you feel better, right?

One hundred percent, Marco said. He felt a sudden urge to

dance on the couch as blissful memories of Lillys Milky Way
meatballs set his mouth to watering. He thought better of doing so
while Mrs. Hill sat beside him.

How do you guys come up with such icky morsels? Mrs. Hill
asked, not stopping to let Lilly and Marco answer. Who else would
have thought of making meatballs with chocolate bars inside?

Nobody! We have the most ingenious ideas, Marco said

proudly. You should have treated yourself to them, Mom.
Mrs. Hill shook her head sending ripples through her long locks
which flowed from her head like a majestic waterfall. I wouldnt touch
those things with my handbag much less my hands, she said in her
diva-ish fashion designer voice. Why do I even let you guys concoct
that stuff in my beautiful kitchen?

Because you love us so, Lilly said sweetly. All three of them
laughed heartily before Lilly suggested that Marco should go to a
doctor and receive a check up. Animal food probably has
antioxidants and stuff in it special for them.

Oh, I already saw a doctor although it was before my

confession, Marco told Lilly. Her name is Mom. She prescribed two
teaspoons of purple medicine and sleep. I followed her orders.

Good boy, Lilly said. You should get well soon then, based
on my personal experience with Doctor Mom.

Thank you, sweetie, Mrs. Hill said. Now, Marco, give this
some thought: Imagine if your dad and I ate all the baby food up
before you arrived. How can you be a good parent to that puppy
when you have already taken its food for yourself?
Lilly held in her laughter.

I can, Marco replied. See, Id say youre a great parent even

if you robbed me of my Goober every now and then. Besides, I plan
to leave all dog food alone from now on because I know it tastes
gross. Well, except for the dog biscuits, you might find me chomping
on those sometimes. It will be a bonding experience for me and
doggie. Lilly too, if you wish to join in.

Um, no thanks, Ill bond with our dog in other sane ways, Lilly
said quickly. But, Mom, Marco is right in one respect. Somehow you
eat most of my Speculoos from the supply Aunt Mina gives me every
Christmas. The evidence is always on that glass spoon you use as a
page holder.

O.K., guys. Momma is guilty as charged, Mrs. Hill

acknowledged good-naturedly. Speculoos and Goober were her
secret not-so-guilty pleasures. She didnt use them as spreads, but
indulged in them straight out of the jars occasionally, with the now
infamous glass spoon. Enough talk about us, Mrs. Hill said
changing the subject. What happened at our mystery callers house,
Lilly? Have you and Dad headed there yet?

We have, Lilly told her before launching into a detailed

account of all they had learned in regards to Pastor Manchu and

Sarah culminating with Manchus disappearance. When she finished,
Marcos eyes were widened to comic proportions, and Mrs. Hill
exclaimed, I dont like this government business. Is the pastor still
missing?
Lilly squirmed. We think so, yes. But Dads looking for him,
and

So thats why hes not available, Mrs. Hill interrupted. At

least youre not out searching alongside him. Be good, sweetie, and
stay out of danger, even possible danger.

Ill try, Lilly said. She refused to promise such a thing when
her mind was set on doing anything and everything to locate Pastor
Manchu. Will you pray with me for Manchus safety?

Of course we will, Mrs. Hill said. Im positive God knows

Manchus whereabouts.

Marco? Lilly questioned.

Sure, Sis, he suddenly said. Even a sick dude can pray. His
voice grew hoarse. My stomach is trying to spew itself out, so
excuse me while I go puke. In a flash he was off the couch.

Goodbye, Lilly. Come home soon, Mrs. Hill said. She pressed
her hand firmly against the screen. Lilly did the same. Bye, Momma.
Love you. Then Mrs. Hill rushed in the direction in which Marco had
taken off.

Chapter 15
Lilly sighed contently, closed out Skype, and brought up the
email screen. The Suns e-mail account was already logged in on the
screen. Inadvertently, a few emails from gov.cn addresses caught her
eyes. Each one was in reply to an email with the rather sketchy
subject line: church business plan. Her interest piqued and suspicion
aroused, Lilly opened the emails in rapid succession. Her eyes
scanned the words furiously, and her mind comprehended them as
fast as it could.
She was shocked upon reading one email signed with Evans
name detailing Pastor Manchus address, the church meeting, and an
immediate plot to lure him outdoors to do whatever needs to be
done. Someone named Pat responded in agreement saying Evan
had done enough and might be paid someyuan for his labor, once the
pastor was safely transported to a labor camp. Youll be richly
rewarded for your proven loyalty to the great Republic of China. As
was promised, your continued loyalty ensures you stay free from all
charges of debt, Pat wrote.
All of a sudden Lilly became aware of hot breath on her neck.
Forceful hands came from behind and slammed the laptop screen
down. Lilly swiveled around to face Evan Sun standing before her. He
held a slender knife glistening with small specks of diced onion on its
blade, and his hand quivered as if he was restraining himself from
plunging the knife into her that instant. To Lilly, all the air in the room
seemed to have been sucked out in a seconds time, but she kept her
grip on the chairs arms and held Evans angry gaze undeterred. She
had been so engrossed in the revealing emails that she hadnt heard
Evans low knock and entrance. Now he broke the silence.

So youre going to run off and tell everything to that father of

yours? Evan said in a steely manner.
Lilly nodded slowly. You said it. She eyed the knife warily. Im
not afraid of you.

You would be if I put this inside your neck. Evan flashed the
knife before Lillys face so close it flicked her eyelashes. A slimy piece
of onion flew off the knifes blade and softly slapped Lillys skin. She
blinked and the cruel look in Evans grey eyes dissipated.

Luckily for you, child, Im not a disposerbut there is a first

time for everything, he warned stepping back a few paces towards
the door.

Yeah. Maybe youve never physically murdered anyone, Lilly

began, but you are killing peoples future, dreams, and family life by
aiding the government in their injustice. Doesnt that mean anything
to you?

Maybe it does. But what it means to me means nothing to

you, Evan said gripping the bedroom door handle with his free hand.
Learn your lesson. Dont go snooping in other peoples stuff. He
shut the door soundly with his laptop in tow. Opening it again, he
thrust his head inside. Youll be staying in here for the time being.
Dont try to come out. He shut the door once again, but quickly
opened it back up. By the way, your fresh cabbage soup, tofu, and
egg roll is going in the trash.
After Lilly heard his footsteps recede down the hall, she
removed the piece of onion from her arm and dropped it on the
floor. Yuck! As if Id want to eat any meal you prepared now. She
moved to the bed, collapsed onto the bottom bunk, and stared up at
the top bunk. Questions and ifs swirled inside her head then
dropped like deadweights without answers. If only I hadnt invited the

Suns to come to church with us Manchu wouldnt be missing now.

This whole situation wouldnt be a situation! And how can Evan feel
so blithe betraying us while were staying in his house? Lilly shut her
eyes but the sound of chains at the door roused her. She jiggled the
stubborn door knob while yelling, You cant lock me in here! Think of
your kids. What if they were being treated this way!
There was no reply.
Lilly tried to get Evans attention again. My dads coming back
for me! If you dont let me out, youre going to get hurt for real!

Dont be so sure about your father, Evan said from the other
side of the door. He walked off humming a soft, raggedy, Asian tune.

Chapter 16
Lilly returned to her position on the bottom bunk. More
questions swirled in her head. Different ones this time. She tried
thinking up a way to escape the apartment. Evan couldnt keep her
there because she knew Eia, Echo, and Emmy would come home
sometime even if something did happen to Mr. Hill. Still, Lilly realized
she had to move before Evan moved her. A half hour later, Lillys cell
phone beeped. It was charged 46%. She picked it up to see a text
message from Mr. Hill, It read: Lilly, its me, Dad. Get the Suns or taxi
2 take u 2 Pratt, Pruitt, Swann & Co. Ask 4 Bo. Get someone 2 local
jailhouse. Quickly. Am in chains. Need to be freed. Will xplain l8r.
Love.
Well, this wouldnt be too hard if only I wasnt in chains
myself, Lilly thought. She texted: OK. Got your back. She hid the
phone under her leg when she heard the chain on the door clanging
again. Evan Sun entered. What are you doing? he asked. His voice
was full of suspicion.
Lilly didnt even attempt an answer.

I hope I didnt frighten you into muteness, Evan said slowly. I

really am not that kind of person. Here. You still cant have the meal I
was preparing for you, but have some Twizzlers, little one. As
consolation? He extended the plate in his hand which held four
Twizzler candy sticks.
Lilly perceived the Twizzlers looked shinier than they should.
No, thanks, she objected. They could be dipped in Clorox for all I
know. Besides, I dont take Twizzlers from traitors.
Evan shrugged but his eyes were seething. Fine, he said as if

her answer had no effect on him. When youre starving in twenty-four

hours, dont ask for anything. He shut the door and Lilly could hear
him fastening the chain.
Lilly bolted up from the bed, donned her jacket, and paced the
floor restlessly. I wont be here an hour from now, much less twentyfour hours from now, she thought. I will not. I wont. I should have
made a dash for it when Evan opened the door. But now that wasnt a
possibility. The door was chained shut, and wouldnt be reopened for
a long time now.
She kept pacing the floor. Determination rose in her with every
step. She paced past the window again.The window! It reminded Lilly
of the balcony Emmy had mentioned the first night of her arrival as
they sat on the sill. Lilly peered over the window sill at the balcony
below. The days waning light allowed her to see it better. The
balcony was carpeted and had a fire escape stairway about half a
foot from its left side. Lilly stuffed her phone into her jacket pocket
and zipped it shut. This is it, she whispered, climbing atop the sill.
God, a lotta help here would be nice.
Without giving her confidence a chance to waver, Lilly swung
herself over the sill, held fast, then dropped with as much control as
her gymnast body could muster. It took everything in her not to
scream as the air rushed past. Within seconds, Lilly landed on the
balcony like a teaspoon tossed from a table. The impact was harsh
and knocked the wind out of her, but wasnt harmful otherwise.
Audible gasps coming from behind her caused Lilly to get up quicker
than she would have. Two ladies, dressed in bathrobes, who had
been practicing yoga in front of their open balcony sliding door, now
stared at her, their mouths agape. The women turned to each other in
wonder and started conversing in Chinese at the same time.

Sorry, Lilly said breathlessly through the glass as she waved.

Carry on. She leaned over the balcony side, caught hold of the fire
stairway railing, climbed over it, and flew down the steps two at a
time. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. So many things could
have gone wrong in her drop, Lilly figured; but it had gone right, and
now she was free.

Chapter 17
Lilly stood on the sidewalk opposite the apartment building.
Every second that ticked by, she feared seeing Evan Suns face
appear in Emmys bedroom window, or worse yet, watch as Evan
Sun bounded furiously out the front door. Good thing the street is
bustling with people, Lilly thought. The taxi couldnt come soon
enough. When it did, Lilly hopped into the back seat and told the
driver where to take her. He knew the way there by heart.

Pratt, Pruitt, Swann & Associates, he repeated in his native

African accent. I transport their workers all the time. Its as if those
people refuse to get their own vehicles and drive themselves. Fine by
meI love my job and the way those folks pay.
Lilly smiled at his jovial spirit and watched out her window as
the world of Beijing whizzed past. The cab driver got her to her
destination in seventeen minutes. So, miss, are you applying to work
here? he asked fixing his caramel eyes in the rear view mirror.

Oh, no, Lilly said shaking her head. Just have to meet
someone.

Okay. If so, I was going to suggest wearing something more

business-like, you know?

Like stilettos? Lilly questioned jokingly as she looked at her

converse sneakers.

Try a suit, the cabbie replied.

Got you, Lilly grinned. Ill keep it in mind for a future time.
Alright. Do you need for me to wait?

I dont know. And since Im not sure, youre free to go, Lilly
said. She tipped him generously.
As the cab sped off, Lilly stared up through the waning light at
the gleaming gold letters embossed on the highrise office building
which read Pratt, Pruitt, Swann & Associates. She swung open the
glass doors and entered into a big waiting room which screamed
professionalism.

How may I help you? the dewy-faced front desk lady with
razor-sharp nails asked somewhat bombastically.

Hi, Lilly said. Can you please connect me with Bo? He works
here, I was told.
The front desk lady looked at her doubtfully as she pecked a
few keys on one of several computers which sat on her desk like
minions begging to receive orders. Last name, please. Do you
know?

Um, no, Lilly answered, drumming her fingers on the glossy

wrap-around desk. I just know him as Bo.

I see, the front desk lady responded. Lilly had a feeling she
didnt, so she explained. Hes one of my dads partners. Theyre
friends too. Actually, I think everybody here is one of my dads
partners and friends because he works at this same firm only in
another building in America

I see, the front desk lady said again cutting off Lillys
rambling. Good thing there is only one Bo lawyering here and
unfortunately Mr. Wu-Cambridge left his office about ten minutes ago.
You missed him. Im sorry. She made sure to emphasize Bos last
nameWu-Cambridge, and didnt appear to be sorry in the least.
Lilly knocked on her forehead. No biggie! Do you have his

personal phone number, perhaps? she asked sincerely.

The front desk lady looked up from her computer and stared at
Lilly with unblinking eyes for all of ten seconds. No, I do not have Mr.
Wu-Cambridges personal phone number anywhere. Only his office
number is available to me. Is there anything else you wish for me to
help with?
Before Lilly could reply, a middle aged, blond-haired man
wearing a snappy serge suit and toting a briefcase emerged gallantly
from the opulent tube elevator to the left of the lobby. Lilly slapped her
right palm on the front desks surface before pointing to the man and
exclaiming, He! He can help me!
The front desk lady flinched as she turned her head to the right.
Still her long, jet black hair hung like a solid sheet of ice, not moving a
centimeter. Him? Thats Mr. W. W. Warwick III.

I know, Lilly squealed in a strained voice before correcting

herself. I mean I dont know, but, yes, I know hes the one that can
help me!

Chapter 18
The man whom the front desk lady had identified as Mr. W. W.
Warwick III stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing the commotion
and seeing the animated looks flashing across both Lillys and the
front desk ladys faces. Their expressions jarred him greatly and for a
minute he was unsure whether or not he should run from the two
lionesses prepared to pounce on him.
Recovering from his shock, Mr. W. W. Warwick III took some
steps forward and directed a question to the front desk lady. Ms.
Chanae Lu, what appears to be the matter concerning my help?
Lilly answered for the front desk lady whose name was now
revealed to her, courtesy of Mr. Warwick. My dads in jail illegally!
she stated. I need you to please help me help him get outlike
tonightpreferably. Lilly stopped short and waited for Mr. Warwicks
response.

Listen, young lady, he began cautiously, many peoples dads

are imprisoned for false reasons, even as I speak. Was I scheduled
to meet with yours today?
Lilly shook her head. I suppose you werent. Please come!
Youll be glad you did. Maybe then a little girl wont be orphaned in
this big cityand her dad wont be suffering for nothingand another
person can be found, she pleaded.

Shes not making any sense, Ms. Lu whispered. Her jet black
hair bobbed as if in agreement then ceased all movement.

And what makes you believe I can be beneficial in helping you

accomplish all this? Mr. Warwick asked Lilly, moved by her theatrics.

For this question, Lilly had no answer.

Ill give it to you, young lady, Mr. Warwick said in his husky
voice. Youve got faith and guts.

Does that mean youre coming with me? Lilly asked.

Not exactly. That was somewhat of a compliment, Mr.
Warwick clarified. How can I know you arent playing some sort of
prank?

Theres a little something called trust, Lilly said. Im sure

youve heard of it.

O.K., O.K., Mr. Warwick said laughing a little. Is your father

confined in jail here or someplace else?

Right here in Beijing, Lilly stated.

One more question, young lady, who is your father exactly?
Well, hes my dad, and
Does he have a name other than Dad, I mean?
Of course. His name is Marc Hill, Lilly said, I call him Dad.
A look of remembrance flickered across Mr. Warwicks face.
Marc Hill, he repeated. Marc Hill. Is that my old partner?

I dont know, Lilly said impatiently. He could be.

Oh, I wasnt asking you, Mr. Warwick said before proceeding
to answer his own question. Yeah, he must be. But what would he be
doing over here. I thought His voice trailed off as another look of
remembrance flickered across his face. Youre his daughter? I mean,
youre his daughter. Mr. Warwick pointed at Lilly with his free hand.
Lilly lowered his pointing fingers with her own. Yes, of course,
Im positive, she said.

Yes, Mr. Warwick repeated gleefully as if he had just

happened upon an amazing discovery. Youre the beautiful child he
was always showing a picture of. I remember now! How youve grown
so much!

I havelike a normal person, Lilly agreed. She detected Mr.

Warwick was the type who unknowingly enjoyed stating obvious
facts. Does all this mean you are coming with me?

Not exactly. But what Im about to say does, Mr. Warwick

assured Lilly. Yes. I wouldnt pass up an opportunity to help deliver a
friend especially one so good as Marc, or his childever.
Lilly took Mr. Warwicks hand and shook it even though his
hand eclipsed her own. Thank you, she said simply.
Mr. Warwick stopped shaking. I cant make any guarantees,
young lady.
Lilly continued shaking. I didnt ask for any guarantees, just
help. She quickly told him the name of the jail where her father was
being held.
Mr. Warwick shrugged at Ms. Lu, then followed Lilly outside.
Lilly would have toted him out herself if she could, but decided he
was moving fast enough on his own two legs.

Hold up, young lady, Mr. Warwick called to Lilly, who, in her
eagerness, was heading toward the busy street. Evidently you dont
know where youre going, and I have a car. Hop in!
Lilly slid into the smooth, leather passenger seat. Mr. Warwick
shoved his worn briefcase near her feet. You took its special spot,
he joked.

No biggie, Lilly replied. Im sure an inanimate object doesnt

mind. She outlined the three Ws and the Roman numeral III

embossed on Mr. Warwicks briefcase. What do the other two Ws in

your name stand for? she asked.

William Wishaw, Mr. Warwick replied. William Wishaw

Warwick is what I was named. For nearly the whole drive, Mr.
Warwick spoke non-stop. He spoke of his past, of his working
relationship with Mr. Hill, and of his future, namely how he was
planning to break tradition and cause a stir in his family by naming his
newborn son Winograd and Warhol (after the famous artist Andy
Warhol) instead of after himself.
The things Mr. Warwick spoke about failed to interest Lilly.
Even the compliments he paid her father didnt sink in too deep
because she knew already that they were true. Still, Lilly listened to
Mr. Warwicks words politely. She allowed him the pleasure of hearing
his own voice, only interrupting once to ask if he could drive faster to
which Mr. Warwick responded, Young lady, I help defend the law.
How dare I try to break it!
Lilly let the matter rest.
When they finally pulled up in front of the local jailhouse, Lilly
pointed at her dads rented car. Yep, hes in there, she exclaimed.
Mr. Warwick parked. He turned to Lilly. This time he wasnt
going to say something about himself. Are there any specifics I
should know about what your dads been up to before I go in this
place? Mr. Warwick asked.

Um, yes, sir, there probably are, Lilly admitted. But I cant tell
you right now.

Because? he said.
Because Ive just escaped from a harrowing situation and am
no longer sure exactly who I can trust. And thats the absolute truth.

Lilly threw up her hands causing her bracelets to jingle musically. She
had resolved to say no more.
Mr. Warwick tapped the steering wheel thrice. Harrowing,
huh? he asked.

Yeah, Lilly answered. You said what I said. Dont worry, just
act like you know!

I will, Mr. Warwick agreed. In the meantime, hang tight,

young lady. The next time you see my face, youll see your dads as
well.

What happened to no guarantees? Lilly asked, a slight smile

spreading across her face.

Just one, Mr. Warwick promised. He slid out of the car and
strode into the police station.
To Lilly, time slipped by fast, but it was the kind of fast adults
referred to when they said she would be all grown up fast enough.
Not that she was in a hurry to grow up. Lilly rested her head on her
seats headrest. The events of the day flooded her mind, but she
swiftly swept them away, making room for fresh thoughts to spring up
thoughts about how she could possibly scale the jailhouse walls
and rescue Mr. Hill, depending on where he was, just in case Mr.
Warwicks plan failed. If nothing else, Lilly decided she could dress up
as a Chinese officer, put her hair up, and infiltrate the station that
way, just like great detectives did it in novels. This thought made Lilly
chuckle. Only where would I find Chinese police garb?she wondered.
An answer would have proven useless, for at that moment, Lilly
caught sight of her dad and Mr. Warwick emerging from the jailhouse.
They were conversing together like old friends. Lilly flung open the
cars passenger side door and bolted from her seat. She raced
toward Mr. Hill.

Hey, young lady, Mr. Warwick hollered. Youre tearing up my

Mazda! He threw up his hands in protest at the force with which Lilly
had opened the door.
Mr. Hill chuckled. Still concerned about your style after all this
time. Hurry up and have kids. A lot more than your car will get
messed up, he said in jest as he engulfed Lilly in a big bear hug.
Lilly reciprocated the hug. She squeezed him tight. Im so
happy to see you safe again, Dad. Lets get out of here!

Chapter 19
You are the spitting image of him, Mr. Warwick declared,
stepping back to get a good look at Lilly and Mr. Hill side by side.

Of course, Lilly said. That was the fifth obvious statement Mr.
Warwick had made since they met. She had been counting. Lilly dove
in to hug him. Thanks so much.

Awww, a hug this time instead of an icy handshake, Mr.

Warwick sighed. I was beginning to think you were a secret spy or
something.
Mr. Hill chuckled again. Thats my girl, he said proudly before
slapping Mr. Warwick on the back. Thank you, buddy. It was really
good to see you again even in this unfortunate situation.

Oh, it was nothing, Mr. Warwick told him, performing his

signature shrug. I just spewed some legal jargon at the first officer I
saw. It frightened him enough to release you, though they still
demanded that I pay at least 100 wen.

What! Mr. Hill exclaimed. Rest assured, Ill compensate you

accordingly.

Oh, please. It was my pleasure to bail you out and I dont

need the money. But feel free to pay me back by telling me what
youve gotten yourself into this time.
Before Mr. Hill could reply, Lilly said, Before we do that, we
should leave, please, or all three of us might find ourselves locked up
together. She eyed the officer coming out of the station behind them.

Good idea, Mr. Warwick said. Follow me. Ill take you guys to
a restaurant where you can tell me all about it. He circled his Mazda

once checking for any scratches before hopping into the drivers seat.
Mr. Hill and Lilly okayed his suggestion and proceeded to trail
him through the crazy jammed road in their rental car. Were you
really in chains, Dad? Lilly asked as she strapped on her seat belt.
What happened in there?
Again Mr. Hill chuckled. I must admit that Ive always been
more than a little colorful and hyperbolic in my text messages, he
said. Right?

Right.
Well, exactly what I thought was going to happen happened,
Mr. Hill continued. After I told the officers what we found out and
asked for an update, they rather bluntly accused me of participating
in Manchus abduction, then trying to plant some false cover story in
their minds. Of course, I said their claims were absurd and
unfounded, but this only infuriated them more. All my attempts at
reasoning with them were to no avail. Several officers circled me,
blocking my exit and escorted me to a holding cell. That was chains
enough for me, darling. On top of that, one officer stripped me of all
my monetary possessions, including my beloved watch. He took it
away as if it was a threat to his very existence, so much so, I had to
refrain from laughing. Here, Mr. Hill paused in his narrative and
turned to Lilly. His eyes twinkled.
Lilly smiled. She admired how her father remained upbeat
under duress. Go on, she urged.

Thank God, I took heed to the hostility early on, Mr. Hill said.
Once things ratcheted up, I knew the officers were gunning to take
away my phone so I wouldnt have any access to anyone who could
become witness to my situation. They did take my phone too, but not
before I texted yousecretlybehind my back.

Lilly sighed. Ive always wondered how you can pull that off
texting behind your back. I bet Mom thinks youre some sort of
magician. Because, one time, you texted her I love you right when
you guys were talking. I was sitting right behind you and caught what
you were doing.

Yeah. At first she kept asking me how I could schedule texted

messages. Mr. Hill grinned. But now that youve mentioned it, the
magician idea is alright. Lets let her keep thinking that. We dont
want to ruin someones belief in magic by revealing a mere mortals
doing.

No problem-o, sir, Lilly agreed.

The only trick to it is memorizing the letters positions. Once
you do that, the skill is yours to acquire. Although it is possible to just
hang around me a while longer and learn that way.

That is the best practice method, Lilly joked. She grew

serious again. Dad, I actually have proof some government officials
orchestrated Manchus kidnapping. They know where he is and are
taking him to a labor camp.

Oh? Mr. Hill arched his eyebrows. Did you have a little fun
while I was in trouble?

Ha. Ha, Lilly said dryly. You could call it that. In short, I
couldve gotten help to you faster if I hadnt been in trouble myself.

Oh? Mr. Hill said again. Tell me everything.

Chapter 20
Lilly related how she discovered Evan's betrayal by
accident through email. Then she told her father what was in
the emails. Then she told him about how Evan discovered
that she had found him out and his attempted confinement
of her. "I don't know what he was planning to do if you had
shown up," Lilly finished.
Clearly, Mr. Hill was shocked. "My goodness," he said.
"I knew the government was behind this whole situation, but
never in so many years would I have guessed the Suns to
have a hand in this! And I especially can't believe that dirty
man tried to lock you in. All my daughter needs is sunshine,
so he's going to pay for what he did."
"Dad, Dad, calm down," Lilly said. "I wasn't hurt at
all. He is already being paid back because hes concerned
that he is going to get caught because Ive escaped. Besides,
even flowers need a little rain to grow." She smiled.
"Well, that was a thunderstorm in my eyes," Mr. Hill
huffed. "Now's not the time for jokes, sweetheart. We must
expend all our energy on "
"Finding Manchu before things get more dangerous,"
Lilly said confidently.
Mr. Hill smiled. "Yes. I suppose that is what's best and
wisest." Still he pounded the wheel mercilessly with one fist
as if it was the back of Evan's head, accidentally beeping the
horn which Mr. Warwick took as a cue to speed up. When his
pounding ceased, Mr. Hill turned to Lilly and hugged her as

best he could although he was wearing his seatbelt. "I'm very

sorry for bringing you into this mess, Lilly," he said. "I had
no idea..." His voice trailed off.
"Actually, this mess has been a pretty fun experience
for me," Lilly told him. "I'm learning to care for others, and
you've raised me to be a brave girl, remember? Look out! I
think the steering wheel needs your hug right now more than
I do."
Mr. Hill braked, narrowly avoiding running a traffic
light. "Thanks," he said. "I was about to say, 'I might have
raised you to be a tad-bit too brave.' You didn't finish telling
how you outwitted that man. Did I just miss that part or did
you purposely leave it out?"
"You know me too well," Lilly admitted. "Guess how?"
"Door? Elevator?"
"Neither. I did that vanishing trick."
"You sprayed his eyes with something?"
"You raised me to be brave, Dad, but not cruel," Lilly
giggled.
"Alright, did you call the police?" Mr. Hill tried again.
"Not even close. Im sure you have not forgotten that
the police aren't exactly our friends now that we're privy to
their involvement in Manchu's disappearance. Think magic
superpowers."
"If you say so...was it flying?"
Lilly clapped her hands together. "Yes, sir. I sprouted

those wings you were talking about."

"Finally," Mr. Hill grinned. "Then why don't I believe
that?"
Lilly shrugged. "Your deal, Dad," she said.
Just then Mr. Warwick swerved into a parking space
lining the sidewalk which bordered a seemingly never ending
strip of lit-up buildings. Nestled inside, was a gem of a
restaurant specializing in roasted duck and wickedly spicy
sauces. Mr. Warwick turned off the hip-hop music blasting
from his car and beckoned for Mr. Hill and Lilly to follow
him inside. After placing their orders, he remarked, "Marc, I
didn't know you as one to lose your cool very often. All the
facials you were pulling behind me in your car made me
think you were having a bad case of road rage. What was
with that?"
Lilly laughed and Mr. Hill smirked. "It wasn't the
traffic out there for sure," he said before telling Mr. Warwick
about Manchu and ending with what Lilly had told him.
"Ouch!" Mr. Warwick said having heard the whole
story. He rubbed his arm with his other hand as if it had just
been stung, then continued speaking in a low voice as the
waiter set down their food. "I understand now. You two have
worked yourselves into a block of setting cement. Listen to
me, friend. Going up against the government and dealing
with religious issues that clearly aren't sanctioned by the
state is serious, tricky business over here. Even activists for
other issues are silenced almost instantaneously. And their
lawyers are oftentimes punished right alongside them. Marc,

I know you know all this, but it's my task to warn you again.
The best thing for you to do, at least safety-wise for your
daughter, is to catch the next flight out."
"But you know I'm not going to do what's safest," Mr.
Hill said.
"I know you're not going to do what's safest," Mr.
Warwick repeated. He took a sip of his ice filled drink.
"Precisely why I told you what you should do."
"Because Manchu is being treated unjustly, neither his
wife nor his unborn kid will be able to see him again down
here, and their church members will be left wondering where
their pastor is. That is why we won't leave just now," Lilly
clarified. Mr. Hill nodded affirmatively.
"You've got it, young lady. You've acquired your
father's passion and convictions, I mean," Mr. Warwick said
pointing at her. "But you can't always save the world. That's
easier said than done."
"We aren't talking about saving the world though,"
Lilly assured him. "Just one person."
"Well, in this case, it might take forever to free one
person. It won't be quick and easy."
A smile tugged at the corners of Mr. Hill's mouth and
a glint appeared in his right eye. "Whether its quick and
easy, or not, this is taking a couple days max," he declared.

Chapter 21
Mr. Warwick took notice of the glint in Mr. Hill's eye
and instantly knew he was willing to attempt something
crazy if it meant retrieving Pastor Manchu. "Even if you left
here, God can still work a miracle for the pastor. I don't
normally propose such a thing, but..." Mr. Warwick ended
feebly.
"We're sure of that," Lilly agreed. "But sometimes He
works miracles through agents. People like us and people
like you and people like all these people eating," she made a
sweeping motion around the oval room before continuing,
"and serving around us. We're all just sitting miracles for
somebody else, and I'm pretty sure now is one of those
sometimes!"
"I can't argue with that, young lady," Mr. Warwick
replied as his blonde hair flopped in sync with his
exasperation.
"You're right, Lilly," Mr. Hill said before drowning his
cream cheese wontons in a tangy sauce designed for his main
course. "We both know you can handle yourself. However, if
things get more dangerous, I'm bound to take you back
home, at least for Gemma's sake. Understood?"
Lilly shook her head. Her mouth was full. "I'm staying
by your side, Dad, no matter how danger-ful this becomes,
and that's final," she managed to get out discernibly.
The three of them laughed.

"Danger-ful? Very cute!" Mr. Warwick exclaimed.

"See, she's also acquired your stubborn streak."
"No. No. She received that from Gemma's DNA," Mr.
Hill joked speaking of Mrs. Hill.
"Blaming the defenseless wifey, aren't you, Dad?" Lilly
replied, jabbing him with her elbow.
"Don't tell her I said anything."
"That's O.K., young lady. Give this ruffian a dose of his
own medicine," Mr. Warwick advised Lilly before continuing.
"Seriously though, I'm just concerned for your safety. I wish
there was something more I could do. Unfortunately or
fortunately, I'm scheduled to be in court in the morning."
"In my mind, one safe is none safe," Mr. Hill began. "I
will be ill at ease until assured of Pastor Manchu's safety, but
you have done enough to help us. I only ask one more favor."
"What's that?"
"For Bo's contact information. Do you have it?"
Mr. Warwick looked skeptical. "Your partner in
crime? Yes, I do have his cell number and new apartment
address, although I doubt he will be ecstatic to see you since
this is one of the rare nights he was able to leave his office on
time."
"We don't need ecstatic. Functioning will suffice," Mr.
Hill said.
"He's trying to deter us again," Lilly told Mr. Hill. She
rapped her knuckles on the dining table.

"Smart young lady," Mr. Warwick muttered. Then he

riddled off the numbers and letters which led Mr. Hill and
Lilly to Bo's skinny shoe closet size apartment under the
blanket of night.

Chapter 22
"I'm surprised to see you guys over here so soon," Bo
greeted them despite his face showing no trace of the
surprise he spoke of.
"I hope it's the good type of surprise," Lilly replied
smiling.
"Always, kid," was Bo's response. "How do you like my
city?"
"It's cool," Lilly answered.
"Not really," Bo said. "Then again, I work here. You
came for fun."
"That'll create a difference in opinion real fast," Mr.
Hill agreed. "This being my third visit to Beijing, I must say, I
like it just the same, meaning, I detest this place."
Lilly and Bo chuckled.
"Do be careful!" Bo urged in his Chinese accent as
they padded around his apartment. He pointed to a pile of
delicate China resting in a corner. "A glass broke April 29th
and I haven't had the time or mind to tend to it."
"April 29th?" Mr. Hill questioned, turning to his
friend with concern written all over his face. "That was a
couple months ago." As long as he and Bo knew each other,
Bo's un-normal behavior and strange capability to remember
extreme details still weirded him out at times. "You hardly
sleep, never eat, yet you operate like a superhero," he had

once remarked in Bo's presence.

"Um, where's the means?" Lilly asked.
Bo pointed to a broom only two feet away which
reclined against a small ivory table, home to a dozen or so
scented candles. These marked the only sweet spot in the
barren wasteland that was his apartment.
Lilly deftly swept the glass fragments into the dustpan
then disposed of them in the trash bin.
Bo exhaled as if relieved. "Thanks, kid. Now I don't
have to fear cutting myself and staining this non-carpet
anymore. Living with terror for two months was enough to
tire me out psychologically time after time."
"No biggie," Lilly said. "That was an unnecessary
terror. My mom always says 'Don't complicate your life."
"That's good advice," Bo decided. "In the vein of
Aristotles Know thyself. I'm pleased she never said, 'Don't
contemplate your life,' as that would be horrendous advice
for most indeed and would breed insufficient living in those
around her."
"I suppose so," Lilly said. She regarded Bo as a
borderline genius even though he claimed to have failed the
Bar five times. A lover of wearing cozy, colorful cardigans
under his suit jacket, unbeknownst to his clients, Bo
moonlighted as a hacker of harmless documents. He was a
master of all trades, shy in demeanor but bombastic in
presenting evidences to win nearly all his criminal cases.
Mr. Hill laughed. "Are we interrupting something

important you were doing?"

"Not at all," Bo answered. "Even if you were, I
wouldn't have the heart to tell you to go away and leave me
to my affairs. I was only watching some old Law &
Order episodes. They always make our jobs look easier than
they are."
"They do mine," Mr. Hill surmised. "However, you
make our jobs look easiest of all."
"Your flattery leaves my soul untouched. It is dead on
arrival," Bo smiled. "What do you need? Have a seat."
Bo stuffed his legs into the most comfortable chair in
the apartment. Mr. Hill took the only other chair and Lilly
took shelter in the mustard yellow hammock swinging
betwixt the doorway of the rooms.
"I'll tell. You listen closely and butt in if I miss
anything down to the minute details," Mr. Hill told Lilly.
She nodded, "Gotcha."
True to her word, Lilly did not let Mr. Hill leave out
anything. When his accounting of the former events came to
an end, Bo clasped the left side of his close shaven head and
pressed it hard. He licked his bottom lip, and said addressing
Lilly, "Kid, you weren't able to remember the exact route
mentioned in the emails?"
"Sorry, no," Lilly answered. "I think it started with a
'W' though. I do remember having seen it before on a sign or
somewhere--"
"If you recall seeing it before," Bo began, "then I have

a good idea what transportation method is being used to take

the pastor to labor camp and where it is located. Once, I was
allowed to see one of my guilty clients off there. A long story.
That's how I'll know if I'm not mistaken. Good thing I have a
plan too." Bo stopped talking and greedily quaffed the
remaining contents in his cup. "Hope we're not too late."

Chapter 23
It turned out that the place Bos had spoken of was
through the forest which was behind the houses of the
possible witnesses Lilly and Mr. Hill had visited earlier. Mr.
Hill pulled to a stop on the same road and killed the engine.
He and Lilly got out and walked past the neat row of houses
filled with sleepers ignorant of all that was about to take
place in their tree-filled backyard. They walked until they
entered the belly of the forest. Then they walked some more.
About three miles in, Lilly and Mr. Hill were greeted by a
large clearing in the middle of the forest. Despite the
darkness, Lilly and Mr. Hill could see a train sitting on the
tracks which ran through the clearing in the woods. They
also spied the shadowy figures of men perched on the ground
around.
Mr. Hill shrank back behind a tree. Lilly did the same.
He reported the scene before them to Bo through the
earpiece Bo had given them so they could keep in touch.
Bingo, Bo replied, his voice shot through with static.
Thats the route theyre using to transport prisoners to labor
campsat least from here.
Oh? Is it normally done under the cover of darkness
like this? Mr. Hill asked.

I dont know. The one and only time I attended a

send-off was during midday. Even my attendance was
unusual as no other civilians were present, Bo said.
Send-off? Lilly said. You make this sound so fun,
like everybodys going off to a ball somewhere instead of
labor camp.
Whatever, kid, was Bos solemn reply. Focus in
now.
Like a laser, Lilly confirmed.
If this timing of transportation isnt normal, I suspect
its because someone knows about Manchu being put on this
train unlawfully, Mr. Hill surmised.
Bo thought the same. All the more reason we need to
get Pastor Manchu out of their grasp quickly.
Ill do that part, Lilly said.
Nice try, kid. Bos chuckle came through Lillys
earpiece. There are some real psychos and sickos in the
prisoner group who are deserving of labor camps.
No! Mr. Hill objected. If anything happens to you, I
will never forgive myself. The task you have is risky enough.
It is feasible for me to pass as a Chinese officer in the dark. I
thought we went over this at Bos place.
Yes, Dad, Lilly said. She sensed the parental concern
in Mr. Hills voice, an overwhelming concern akin to no

other, so she did not push him further lest worry overcame
him completely. At that point of no return, Mr. Hill might
very well ban her from joining in the rescue mission.
Parental worry was not something Lilly particularly enjoyed,
even though she appreciated it.
Whatever you two do, dont get caught, Bo
instructed them for the twenty-third time since proposing his
plan. If that happens, were put back to square zero, you all
will be split up, and we all will be stuck in China like tar and
feathers to a nude.
Lilly stifled a laugh at Bos rather graphic comparison
while Mr. Hill tried to keep a serious face. Bo continued. No
telling what will happen then. A rescue attempt wont even
be considered because everyone in charge will have been
alerted to our first botched plan. So, again, dont get caught.
Now, Ive secured the helicopter already and am on my way.
Godspeed!
With this, Lilly and Mr. Hill exchanged a hug, then
went their separate ways. Mr. Hill stepped into the clearing
while Lilly circled around it to reach the train. The nearer she
got, the more she was able to overhear the conversation of
several officers who were milling about. How much longer
till the train is fixed? one of them asked circumspectly.
This is the second time its broken down tonight.
So thats the reason for the stalling, Lilly thought.

I know that, another male voice said. He blew in

frustration. The pig-headed engineers need to get it together
or else we need to call in for another train.
I dont think so, the first person replied. Cory wants
these guys taken up there tonight. Its already 2 a.m., and we
dont have time to wait for a send-in.
Yes, we do if we have time to wait for this jacked-up
clunk to get fixed. I dont have all night, the second man
whined.
Kick your attitude down the road, came a sniveling,
heavily accented voice.
Lillys eyes, now accustomed to the darkness, followed
a third officer who had come up behind the first two she was
listening in on.
Why? So I can run up and catch it, the second man
spat back.
The sniveling man did not laugh. No, so the wind can
blow it far away. My friend, you need something to keep you
out all night. You have nothing to return to anyway.
Shut it, came the second mans reply. A small
cigarette light soon glowed in front of his lips and lit up his
face in an eerie orange haze. Just then, another man jogged
up to the group of three. Minho said the trains fixed, he
reported.

This time the sniveling man laughed, only the laugh

got caught up in his nose and came out as a snort. Minho
said the same thing last time. Ask him if hes lying again.
Even if hes not, youll think he is because this train is
not going anywhere in one piece, Lilly thought. She
whispered to Mr. Hill why the train had paused. Dad, hurry!
Its supposedly fixed now. Theyre going to test it.
Mr. Hills steady breathing came through Lillys
earpiece. Finally his voice did the same. Thank God for that
and Ive finally located Pastor Manchu. Do your thing,
sweetheart.
Lilly gripped the two flares and the small explosive
device in her hands, then threw the first flare as far as she
could to the right of the clearing. The other she flung into the
trees a little farther away. They burst into fire at the same
time, dancing devilishly against the dark sky. Lilly flicked the
switch to begin the countdown on the improvised explosive
device. Bo had said it would make a loud noise, a lot of
smoke, and possibly a fire. She flung it in the direction in
which she had thrown the first flare. Tiny sparks leaped out,
choked, sputtered, and flew. Lilly watched the scene of
confusion unfold before her eyes.
Good job, Mr. Hill said. Live a little longer now to
perform act two.
Lilly laughed quietly. She overheard her father calling

Manchus name and telling him to follow after him. Then she
heard some rustling noises. Her heart fainted for a split
second as one of the officers rushed past her yelling in
Chinese. By now, Lilly was directly beside the train. She
hopped aboard one compartment and ever so stealthily
detached it from the crude passenger carriage it was
connected to. This action sent a quarter of the train spiraling
down the tracks. Lilly raced around the clearing to the spot
where she knew her dad would be waiting with Pastor
Manchu. Cries of alarm and joy and curses to the trains
derailment rose up from the crowd of prisoners and officials
respectively. To Lillys delight, the mini blazes seemed to
bombard their senses. Bos plan and Lillys execution of it
were perfect. The flares and the train car detachment caught
the officers off guard and allowed Mr. Hill an opportunity to
sneak off with Manchu. When she reached the eastern tip of
the clearing, Mr. Hill took Lillys hand and they disappeared
into the forest. Manchu was in front of them. Thank you so
much! he cried.
Dont thank us yet, Lilly advised.
Right then, someone in the clearing barked, Watch
the prisoners!

Chapter 24
Lilly, Mr. Hill, and Manchu did not turn around.
Through the trees and down the slope they went. The wind
whipped their hair and clothes and the tree limbs kept biting
at their exposed skin, seeking to impede their ferocious
progress. Within a few minutes, all three reached the forests
edge. A body of murky water stood before them. Bos
helicopter hovered in the air above them.
Were below, Mr. Hill reported to Bo.
Copy that, Bo confirmed in their earpieces. The
rope is coming down. Are you being followed?
No. I dont believe so, Mr. Hill said checking behind
them.
As they watched the rope being lowered, Manchu
suggested Lilly go first. Mr. Hill seemed to think it was a
great idea, but Lilly objected. If we go up and something
happens causing you to get left behind, everything will be in
vain.
Oh, he was only suggesting that you go up first, Mr.
Hill said. He stood with an arm wrapped around Lillys
shoulders. She scowled much to his humor. But youve got a
point, Mr. Hill assured her.
By now, the rope was lowered, and Manchu,

conceding defeat, was lifted up first to safety. Lilly and Mr.

Hill breathed a collective sigh of relief. A movement in the
trees caught Lillys eyes. She spun around to see the
unhinged train compartment come barreling towards them.
Watch out! Lilly screamed. She and Mr. Hill dived in
different directions. Fortunately, the train piece came to a
riotous halt, thanks to a particularly dense patch of trees. An
officer brandishing a gun and baton leaped from the
wounded train part. A disoriented engineer carrying a
flashlight followed him out. Halt! the officer shouted.
Dont make me shoot! I know you stole the prisoner. Youre
doing illegal, the officer barked.
Bo! Now! Mr. Hill said, urging him to get the rope
lowered again faster.
The officer flung his baton aiming it to whack Mr.
Hills head. Mr. Hill ducked. The baton narrowly missed.
Lilly picked up a thick tree branch and swung it at the officer.
It snapped in two after hitting the mans chest. The stick
didnt slow him down much. Mr. Hill grabbed Lilly around
the waist and held on tight. He wrapped his other hand fast
around the dangling rope. By the time the officer stumbled to
the shoreline, Lilly and Mr. Hill were inside the helicopter.
The officer fired one bullet at the chopper, but it missed and
fell with a splash into the water below. He called for help.
Everybody up and in? Bo asked from the pilots seat.

Yes, sir, Lilly answered.

Not unless we want to bring a few of those officers
along and pummel their heads a little bit, Mr. Hill kidded.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Lilly laughed heartily.
Naw, Bo said. Lets turn the other cheek now. Im
not good at hand to hand combat anyway. We dont want to
play with fire and get burnt.
Thanks to you, we did play with fire just now and
escaped with zero burns, Mr. Hill said.
Yeah, sorry about the train thing, Lilly smiled. I
had no idea some armed people would pour out of it like orcs
in Lord of the Rings.
Mr. Hill chuckled. As you say, No biggie; a trains
gotta do what a trains gotta do, especially if that train was
taken apart by the likes of a brave girl named Lillian
Charlotte Hill. I am so proud of you. You did fantastically!
He engulfed Lilly in a hug.
Did you get hurt anywhere, kid? Bo asked Lilly.
Just a little scrape from the trees.
Not bad for a rookie, kid.
Lilly flashed a smile. She found a seat and looked
around. The two strong guys who had lowered and lifted the
rope sat next to Lilly. Facing them were Pastor Manchu and
Sarah, her stomach bulging with their unborn child. Pastor

Manchu and Sarah were in an embrace quietly crying tears of

joy, in shock about the rescue mission. Lilly turned to look
out the window. She silently thanked God for His protection
and for all He had done during their trip to Beijing.
By the time the lone officers requested back-up
arrived, the helicopter was flying far and away, long having
vanished out of sight. And the dawn was breaking.

Chapter 25
A weekend later, Lilly and Mrs. Hill gathered with
Adria and her show-runner mother, Mrs. Ava Sinise, at their
favorite brunch shop, Cafe21, in sunny San Diego. They
ordered their food and never stopped chatting once it was
served.
Adria, dont dump all that sugar in your coffee, Mrs.
Sinise advised her daughter.
Adria refrained from opening her thirteenth packet of
sugar over her cup of java. Instead, she stuffed it into her
leather handbag with the roly-poly key chain. Dont worry,
Mom. If anything, Im only killing myself, she joked.
Mrs. Sinise choked on her tea. Honey, how morbid!
she exclaimed. And dont be so selfish. If you die, it will
affect us all, and me worst of all.
Mrs. Hill patted her friend on the back.
Love in the time of death, Lilly sighed dramatically.
Be kind to thy mother, Adria. Now, lets not talk about sad
stuff.
Aye, seester, Adria agreed. Lemme tell you about
all the boring stuff that happened while you were away from
the homestead.

Hit me with it, Barbie, Lilly said, though she highly

doubted if any of it was boring. Did you finally destroy that
evil Alice in Wonderland themed poster from your bedroom
wall?
No, Adria replied. Im keeping it up until I get my
first movie role. Mom offered to try and get me a role in her
TV show, but, no, I graciously declined because I so want to
star in movies.
Thats right, Mrs. Sinise piped in.
Oh, that reminds me. Did you get the role in that big
drama movie? How did the audition go? Lilly asked.
Well, the audition went superb, and it could have
gone super-perb if there hadnt been like a bajillion other
girls who looked like me and did just as good as me. The part
went to a girl named Cheyenne Hillary Heist. Actually, I
dont know if thats her birth name. Its best to say she is
called that. Some actors make up part of the name they wish
to be known as when they get all famous. I tried to call you
several times.
Aww, yeah. My phone was probably out of power
then, and you know how I am about checking missed calls.
Next time text me. Im so sorry about the audition. Trust me,
the perfect role is waiting for you. I just know it!
Adria flipped her blonde hair. They said no to

perfect. I was just, like, your loss.

Lilly stirred her tea with a Pixy Stix. To be honest,
though, I think if you took that weird poster down from your
wall, you might have better luck, she joked.
Aye, whatever, Adria said. I have something else
kinda sad and not boring to tell you about.
Mrs. Sinise, who had been talking to Mrs. Hill,
stopped mid-sentence. Adria caught the look of girlish glee
come over her mothers face. She covered her mothers
mouth with her hand to stop her from blurting out the news.
Im telling, Adria said.
What is it? Lilly asked.
My oldest brothers getting married, Adria groaned.
Mrs. Sinise applauded. Yup, darlings! Sig is engaged.
I can hardly believe my first baby is getting married.
Instantly, she turned back to Mrs. Hill and the two of them
began planning for Sigs wedding.
Believe it, Mom, Adria sighed.
Whos the lucky lady? And why do you sound so glum
about him getting married? Lilly questioned.
Well, the lucky lady is this lady from Georgia,
Natalie Hersher Simi. I think it is, Adria began.
She wont have to change her last name much, Lilly

commented.
Not really, Adria agreed. Im going to suggest they
just combine the two last names into a portmanteau
Simise!
So splendid! Lilly giggled.
Anyway, Lilly, Sig said they met on one of his Doctors
Without Borders tours. And theyre already planning to start
an organization together called, Missionary Impossible.
Cheesy, right? They got the name from those Tom Cruise
movies.
How old is Sig, again? Lilly asked.
Twenty-four.
Well, hes doing awesome for that age and hes so
kind and caring to others. Im sure hell make a great
husband to her.
Adria agreed. One thing I cant call him is a selfish
meatball. She laughed her bubbly laugh before continuing.
Natalies a really nice person, too. Actually, shes like my big
sister now, but I dont think youll understand why I dont
want them to get married. See, once Sig gets married, the
natural progression is for Ruby to go away and get married,
then for Lyle to go away and get married, then for Kyle to go
away and get married. Ill be the only one left at home with
our parents and my family wont be a family anymore. For

example, Sig and I cant make donuts every Friday like we

did when he was at home.
Lilly hugged her friend. Dont worry, Adria. Your
family will still remain a family even when all your brothers
move away. Change is going to happen, but you guys can still
meet up for holidays and planned occasions. They arent
going to forget about you, and you and Sig can still make
donuts together over Skype.
Of course youre right, Adria said after a pause. If
he has a computer. While were at it, he can even share our
recipe with the people hes helping!
And your pretty face, Lilly chimed in.
Now it was Adrias turn to giggle. Stop it, matey! Sig
doesnt know it, but I tried to break off their relationship by
telling Natalie that hes really prideful just because hes a
veganthe only one in our family. I told her he calls me his
little carnivore and every time he eats with the family, I
have to scowl at him and whisper across the table, Take your
silly salad and tofu with you and climb into a cubbyhole
somewhere. We dont want to look at your smug face
chomping. But she just laughed. It did nothing to make her
say no to Sigs bling ring engagement thing. I did check out
the bright side though. Eventually, Ill have three older
sisters and you and I will get to be flower girls three times
over, and then, of course, youll be my best maid at my

wedding!
Thats some serious future planning, Lilly said. But
arent we too old to be flower girls?
Adria waved her hand dismissively. Oldy schmoldy!
Were only thirteen. Now tell me about your time in China.
First, Lilly presented the mirrored iPhone case she
had bought in Beijing for Adria.
Its lovely! Adria said admiring herself in the glass.
Lilly pulled out her own phone with its waterproof case. Both
girls snapped a silly photo of the other. Lilly rapped her
knuckles on her phone case. Substance over style, she said,
taking a jab at her friend who was checking her teeth in the
mirror.
Adria smiled so wide the gap in her front teeth
showed. Style over substance. You know me so well,
seester.
This way, if were ever drowning, Ill be able to call
for help while you can only stare at your dying face, Lilly
joked.
Adria laughed so hard that tears began to drop from
her eyes. She punched Lilly in the shoulder good-naturedly.
Id grip your foot so tight that when you got rescued, I
would too. Now, shut up and tell me about your latest
adventure, she begged.

Chapter 23
Lilly recounted her adventure to Adria and their
moms, making sure to leave out the part about how she
escaped from Emmys bedroom window. Lilly ended the
story of her time in China by telling how Sarah went into
labor aboard the airplane just as they were landing in
California. (Bo had landed his helicopter in Seoul, South
Korea, where they boarded a flight to America.) They rushed
her off to a local hospital just in time to have her impatient
newborn be delivered by professionals. When Bo returned to
his home and workplace in China, he had made sure to send
back all of Mr. Hill and Lillys personal items for them. So
we didnt get to see the chocolate museum or camp on the
Great Wall of China, but in the end, our trip to Beijing was
totally worth it, Lilly concluded.
The faces of Adria, Mrs. Sinise, and Mrs. Hill were
spellboundall three mouths open wide. Mrs. Hill was the
first to speak.
Honey, I wish I knew you were making all this up. As
unlearned as I am in matters of law and foreign affairs, I
know that the Chinese government is nothing to play with.
And now, I wish I could have been on that helicopter to help
out that brave lady, Sarah.
Lilly stared at her mother from across the small table.
Um, Mom, we all know that you faint at the very sight of
blood. A bloody little baby would just be the final blow.
Remember the time I got that gash on my knee from falling

off my bike. Dad had to bandage it up while you were passed

out on the floor. Then we both had to revive you.
Mrs. Hill wrinkled her forehead and laughed. Forgive
me, but I dont quite remember it like that, girlfriend.
Although it is a wonder how I use so much dark red in my
fashion collections, she mused.
Hold a minute, Adria said popping the last of her
shrimp corn cake into her mouth. Lilly, you never told us
exactly how you were able to get free from the locked room.
Yeah, Lilly acknowledged slowly. That was on
purpose. Ill tell you later, Adria, in private. I dont want to
scare you, Momma.
O.K., Adria said.
Please dont, Mrs. Hill agreed. You have already
scared me enough as is, but if I get wind of anything else
dangerous your dad lets you do, Im talking to him about this
not with him, to him. You hear?
It was all me, Lilly said defending her father. She
knew her Mom secretly enjoyed hearing about their frequent
escapades and wouldnt forcefully object to Lilly traveling
unless she seriously got hurt, or unless the travels interfered
with her education and other goals.
Mrs. Hill smiled lovingly. Well, we better get going,
baby. I want to cook something special tonight in honor of
the Carrigs. It was wonderful meeting up with you girls, Ava
and Adria. Lets do it again soon.
Lilly left a tip near her plate and said her goodbyes.
She was eager to host Manchu, Sarah, and their newborn

baby for dinner.

Later that evening, Lilly waltzed into her familys
sunny San Diego home kitchen to check on her mother who
was whipping up the dish they had decided oncurry
chicken with tawa pulao.
Momma, the Manchus havent eaten real American
food since they left China, Lilly stated. Why did we pick out
an Indian meal?
Because we are weird like that, Mrs. Hill answered
matter-of-factly. At least, it looks and smells delicious.
Lilly laughed. Exactly.
See, your dad wouldve grilled some all-American
burgers and hot dogs, Mrs. Hill continued.
If dad had the choice, Lilly agreed. Do you want me
to make dessert?
Not tonight, honey. Marco took that upon himself,
but Im sure he could use your help.
Lilly turned on her socked heel to see Marco kneeling
on a stool by the counter swiftly and silently stirring a big
bowl of batter. Between intervals, he stuck one of his fingers
into the bowl, brought up a glob of batter to his lips, stuck it
in his mouth and sucked the glob off meditatively. What! So
youre the person who stole my job? Lilly said, sidling up to
her little brother.
No, no. I merely took that which was left undone and
tended to it, Marco said not looking up from mixing the
batter.

I see. What are you making? Lilly asked.

Macaroons, Marco said happily.
Macaroons, Lilly gushed. I suggest we have ice
cream with them. Do you need any help? Im free.
No, thanks, Sis. I want to make these all by myself
tonight.
Why the sudden spurt of generosity and coyness?
Lilly teased.
Cant a man be so? Marco asked.
Perhaps, Mrs. Hill piped in. But a boy of mine
cant.
Ahh, Mom, you got me there, Marco said spooning
the batter onto a pan..
I have, havent I? Mrs. Hill replied.
Thing is, I have a friend coming over tonight. She
She? Mrs. Hill asked.
Yes.
Whats that, son? Mr. Hill asked coming into the
kitchen. Were having a third guest? Interesting word choice
you picked to describe her.
Marco shook his head. Dad, only you would wish to
impose on me so great a delicate burden as that of a
girlfriend.
Lilly and Mrs. Hill chuckled as Marco continued. Her
name is Frigga Kite, and shes playing Julius Caesars wife in
the school play I told you all about.

Mrs. Hill cleared her throat. You better be careful,

Brutus. You might end up the one dead on a stage, instead of
Sir Caesar.
Going out with Caesars girl, Mr. Hill said
contemplatively, as if truly weighing the ramifications of the
action. My son, what have you done?
Lilly withheld her urge to laugh. Dad, calm down
now. She must be a very beautiful somebody! He wants to
impress her with his perfect baking skills.
Marco turned to them and shook his head sternly.
Mother and Father, I am just ashamed to hear such childish
silliness come from your mouths. And my dear sister, Lilly,
he said with an air of superiority, it is beyond my
understanding as to why you join them in this folly,
especially since you have been through this same torture at
their hands. With that said, he slid the pan into the oven
just as the doorbell rang. Now, if youll excuse me.
As soon as Marco disappeared around the kitchen
doorway, Lilly and her parents bent over in laughter and
shared a three-way highfive. They straightened up as Marco
returned with Frigga, a pretty big-eyed Indian girl bringing
with her the scent of hotel lotion. He shot them a warning
look and proceeded to show her around.
Welcome to our home, Mrs. Hill said to Frigga.
Thank you, Mrs. Hill, Frigga replied. Why does this
say Ask before ye eat? she asked, pointing up at the flowery
paper bearing those words which was tacked to one of the
glossy cabinets.

Oh, thats the cabinet storing my mothers favorite

snacksthe snacks she loves so much we must ask her before
we take them so shell know when to replenish them for her
own pleasure, Marco reported.
Thats true, Mrs. Hill said smiling at Frigga.

Chapter 24
When Marco and Frigga left the kitchen, Mr. Hill
poked his head around the corner and watched them both
with amusement for a few minutes before tapping Lilly on
the shoulder. Come here for a minute, Lilly, he said. I
originally came in to tell you I received some interesting
news involving us both.
Yes, sir. Lilly followed him to his computer in his
home office. An email from Mrs. Sun was on the screen. Lilly
read it aloud:
To Mr. Hill and Lillian Hill:
I hope this email finds you well. Your sudden return
to America was brought to my attention by a friend of
yours, Bo Cambridge, who came by to retrieve your
belongings upon my return from a week-long stay with my
children at their tutors house. I was also startled to find my
husband missing and I was unable to get in contact with
him for several days. Meanwhile, Mr. Cambridge informed
me of my husbands part in hurting you two and the pastor
you were trying to aid. I was greatly saddened to hear this
and was partly in disbelief since my family, including Evan,
has professed belief in the true God and His Son, Jesus
Christ. However, my husband confirmed Mr. Cambridges
report when he called me from prison only two days ago.
While I do not wish to burden you with all he told me, I do
believe an explanation for Evans behavior and actions is
both needed and deserved. Near tears, for the first time he

told me of a financial debt he owed the government from

before we were wedded. Unable to pay it, some years ago,
an official approached him offering a back deal either
help them detain those government dissidents and be paid
occasionally for any success, or be hauled off to prison. He
accepted the deal and ever since has been working secretly
for the government to do just that. Thankfully, his efforts to
help detain two other Christian pastors failed as well. With
this third failed attempt, the government came and jailed
him claiming they did not know where his loyalties lie.
Evan also admitted to me that he doubts his Christian faith,
and wants to apologize especially to you, Lilly. I know it is
not my place to judge my husbands heart, but I do feel his
apology is sincere and his remorse is not just because of his
imprisonment. I believe my husband was a proud man
because he could have asked for my help, my familys help,
and even the help of others in resolving his debt, but he did
not. Yes, even though I am his wife and this revelation was
shocking to me as well, Jesus has given me the strength to
forgive Evan. I pray that you have found it in your hearts
to forgive him as well. Thank you and God bless.
Eia Sun
P.S. To Lillian: Echo and Emmy enjoyed having you
stay with us, and hope you come back to visit, or at least
send them your email so that you three can stay in touch.
Look at that, Mr. Hill said after Lilly finished
reading. Sweetheart, youre more popular than me. You
received two shout-outs in one email.
Consider, Dad, one of those shout-outs came because

of a creepy hostage situation, Lilly kidded. And I was that

hostage. I went through a scary situation to get that shoutout.
Mr. Hill laughed. So what do you think of this
email? he asked.
It definitely clears everything up, Lilly confirmed
thoughtfully. And, of course, I forgive Evan.
Same here. Id like to say, you cant not forgive
someone for taking the mundane out of life, Mr. Hill said.
This email definitely explains the why factor. It is a pity
how some men are so venal though.
Venal? Lilly questioned.
Yes, meaning able to be bought.
Oh, I see. Do you believe the Chinese officials are
going to have us or the Carrigs extradited to China or
something for what we did?
No. If they try anything, news will get out, and Im
sure American government officials will put a stop to the
situation.
Well, if they do and arent stopped, just know Ill
stick by your side even in the jail cell, Lilly assured him
smiling.
Mr. Hill put his arm around Lillys shoulder. I can
always count on you, darling, he said sincerely. Together,
they typed up a reply email to Eia Sunan email of thanks
and encouragement.
It wasnt long before Mrs. Hill called their names

notifying them of the Carrigs arrival.

Hurry, hit send, Mr. Hill said.

Chapter 25
Done, Lilly said pressing the button. They walked
through the hall to the front door where Mrs. Hill, Marco,
and Frigga were cooing, oohing, and aahing over the Carrigs
newborn in the waning San Diego evening light.
We named him Nathaniel St. Christopher Air, Sarah
told everyone, her face aglow. Air. We decided on it because
of the whole almost-giving-birth-on-a-plane-up-in-the-air
thing!
Well, that is one unique name, Mr. Hill commented.
Yeah, Mrs. Hill agreed. My children were dormant
in the womb every time I flew during their nine months of
conception. Sweetie, why didnt you try something like that?
Momma, Momma, Lilly said, you are crazy! I had
no control over when I came out.
The Carrigs laughed.
Marco, if our baby is born in water, then we can
name it Aqua, Frigga whispered a little too loudly.
Marco looked repulsed and backed away from Frigga
who was oblivious to his sour expression and sought shelter
beside Lilly until everyone took their seats at the dining
table.
Whats wrong? Lilly asked him as he scooted his
high back chair closer to hers.
My sister, Marco sighed in a low tone, I truly

thought I had found a pure one, a sensible girl not taken by

fantasies of weddings and marriage and babies, but no. He
leaned his curly head of hair back and continued dreamily.
Thats all Frigga talked aboutwell, besides one scientific
thing that I didnt understand.
Lilly put her hand on her little brothers shoulder to
comfort him and held back a smile. No biggie, she said.
You have many more years to continue the search.
As the cheerful chatter died down around the table,
Mr. Hill clinked on his glass with a spoon to get everyones
full attention. Miss Kite, would you like to say the grace for
this delicious meal? he asked.
Yes, sir, Frigga said as everyone else reverently
bowed their heads. Grace! After a few seconds of silence
from Frigga the reverently bowed heads lifted questioningly.
Perhaps I should have said, pray and ask the Lord to
bless the food, Mr. Hill chuckled. A loop of laughter rippled
around the table with Frigga laughing hardest of all.
Let me, dad, Lilly said being the first to recover from
the laughter. Once again everyone bowed their heads
reverently as Lilly thanked God for His provision and loving
care.
Amen! they all said at the close of Lillys prayer.
Over Mrs. Hills truly delicious curry chicken, tawa
pulao, and seasoned potatoes, Mr. Hill shared the contents of
Eia Suns letter with the Carrigs.
I will definitely keep him in my prayers, Manchu
said upon hearing the news. Doubt is part of the faith

journey for some.

Mr. Hill nodded understandingly. So how are you
two enjoying California afterwhatthree years in smog
city?
Pretty much, Sarah answered a radiant smile
crossing her face. The continuous sunshine is just heavenly,
and I cant wait till we go to the beach next week! She
looked lovingly at Manchu who smiled his agreement.
Sarah, honey, be sure to get all your rest, Mrs. Hill
advised her. Babies can be quite the demanding taskmaster.
I should know. She nodded at Marco, but he was deep in
conversation with Frigga discussing how many window-like
constructions there were in the coliseum, and didnt notice.
Sarah gave the thumbs up sign since her mouth was
too full to reply.
Great to hear, Sarah. What about you, Pastor
Manchu? How are you liking California after being away for
so long? Mr. Hill asked.
Very much so, Manchu began. Lilly detected a hint
of sadness in his voice as he continued. But, and I dont
mean this to sound ungrateful after all you and your very
brave daughter have done to save our lives. I am so thankful
for all you have done that I can hardly put it into words; but
nevertheless, my heart is still with the members of our
church that we left behind. Now, they have no pastor. I know
that God will stay their eternal Shepherd and can provide for
them another earthly pastor, yet, I still feel God has called
me to continue ministering to them and others in China
through more than just email and such. It will do no good,

though, to return only to be caught and stopped for good,

even though I would keep my promise to be faithful to Christ
by witnessing to my fellow prison mates if that circumstance
be Gods will for my future. However, there must be some
other way. Manchu clutched his chest as his voice trailed
off.
Mr. Hill set down his fork deliberately, interlocked his
fingers together and stared thoughtfully through half-closed
eyes into the plate of food before him, his mind racing down
an ever-shifting track towards a beneficial solution; but Lilly
beat him there.
There is another way, she said. Sometimes when
Im away from San Diego, I attend our home church online.
Its just like going to the real building. I get to participate in
worship just the same and hear the message live. Theres also
a chat section to interact with other church goers. I was
thinking for the time being, once we find the right person to
set all the technical stuff up, you can pastor and Sarah can
sing from your place over here while your members can
listen live and join in all the way from China through their
cell phones. If they want to, they can still meet in one place
to listen together. Only thing is, you guys will have to be up
late at night if you want to broadcast over there and reach
the Chinese people during the day time.
The Carrigs looked at each other, then back at Lilly.
Were ready, they said in unison without hesitation. It is a
blessed idea, Manchu added. When can we start?
Not before I propose a toast, Mr. Hill said rising to
his feet and raising his glass in the air. To good friends,

Gods miracles, and the Gospel news going on.

Cheers rose up from around the table. Even Marco
and Frigga paused in their debate to clink glasses. Juice
sloshed over the sides onto the table. Lilly looked around the
table at all of them, and for a brief moment everything
glittered.

Lillys Notes
Lillian (Lilly) stayed in contact with Echo and Emmy,
albeit through the internet. So far, they have taught her some
of the Chinese alphabet and much about Star Trek. Lilly
considers them two of her close friends.
The Carrigs online church was up and running the
very next Sunday after the events documented herein. Once
word got out to members overseas, their church blossomed
wildly and continues to grow at a great rate of speed with
hundreds attending regularly.
The rescue mission had no known repercussions for
Lilly, Mr. Hill or their trusty friend, Bo Wu-Cambridge.

Lillys final words are: Be helpful to those around

you in ways big and small. Be sure you share the
Gospel with everyone you can and encourage people
to pray and read the Bible. Dont desert your friends
when times get tough for them, and never be
influenced into doing that which saddens Gods
heart.

THE END.