The Scottish Banker of Surabaya - By Ian Hamilton Page 0,2

were now friends, and perhaps becoming more than just friends. May’s emails were chatty, full of news about her business and other things going on in her life. She asked questions, sought advice, but mainly wrote to Ava as if she were writing in a diary. The first few times that May became intensely personal, Ava had been taken aback. She didn’t need to know, she thought, about May’s fears, the details of her marriage and sex life. Then she became accustomed to May’s openness and even found herself — tentatively — sharing more of herself with May. They had not been and never would be physically intimate, but there was an emotional connection. May Ling, a Taoist, said it was qi — the life force — flowing between them.

About once a week May would phone. She was smart, tough, and funny and could buck up Ava’s spirits in no time. It was during one of those calls that May had asked Ava if she would be interested in joining her business. It was time she and her husband made some North American investments, she said, and they needed someone to spearhead the initiative.

“I wouldn’t be a very good employee,” Ava said.

“A partner, then,” May said.

“I have a partner, and I have a business.”

“Ava, you know that Uncle can’t keep doing this for much longer, and I can’t imagine you would want to do it without him.”

For ten years Ava and Uncle had been partners in the collection business. They had met when both were separately pursuing the same thief and had bonded almost at once. He was now in his late seventies or maybe his eighties — Ava didn’t know — and he had become more than a partner. He was a mentor, almost a grandfather, and the most important man in her life. That was the source of her dilemma. She was tired of the stresses of the job, fed up with the kind of people she had to pursue, and she was beginning to wonder how much longer her luck could hold out when it came to dodging bullets and knives.

As she mended, she had waited for the urge to get back to work to return. It hadn’t. She then began to ask herself if it was possible it never would.

During her recuperation Uncle had stayed in constant touch by phone. He didn’t discuss business or ask when she was coming back; his only concern was her health and her family and friends. He did talk about May Ling, whom he knew well. He had urged Ava to make up with her when their relationship went sour, and his judgement of May Ling’s character had proven to be correct.

“The woman has guanxi, influence, and could be a very powerful ally for you in the years ahead. You need to stay close to her,” he said during one call.

Ava didn’t know if Uncle knew about May’s offer, and she wasn’t about to tell him. “I have a business partner,” she said.

“Yes, one who is not going to be here forever.”

“I have a business partner,” she repeated.

“I am not suggesting otherwise,” he said.

Ava thought that over time she could grow as close to May Ling as she was to Uncle, the kind of closeness where trust is absolute and forgiveness is never necessary. The chance to do real business, to build a company, was an attractive proposition. Ava was an accountant with degrees from York University in Toronto and Babson College, just outside Boston, and she liked the idea of using her education for something other than locating and retrieving stolen money.

But no matter how she spun things, it all came down to one fact: she couldn’t leave Uncle. He loved her, she knew, and she realized that she was the daughter — or, more likely, granddaughter — he had never had. She loved him in return. Neither of them had ever mentioned the word love. Their relationship was built on things that were never said, and never needed to be said.

Ava finished her coffee and weighed the options of having another or starting her workout. At the beginning of her second week in the north, Ava had begun to exercise again. She started with just a morning walk, advanced to a walk/jog cycle, then a full jog, and now she was able to run some distance at close to her normal pace. Every second day she limited her run and instead went down to the lakeside to do