Marshall is one of the few mystery men who can claim terrorism as natural territory--the wild excess of mass murder somehow suits the black-comic gusto and madcap foulness of Hong Kong's Yellowthread Police Station. This time there are more bodies than ever, starting off with a plane-ful via cyanide; and someone who calls himself ""Number Two""--super-civilized but obviously psycho--keeps calling Inspector Harry Feiffer to warn him (and only him) of further aeronautic slaughters unless $100,000 is forked over. Meanwhile, numerous shotgunned bodies are being unearthed in the Hong Kong sewer system. And worse yet, Harry's rival cops at the airport are convinced that he is somehow involved as accomplice (or mastermind) in this whole bloody operation. Mayhem-mad and fantastical--but those Yellowthread dialogues and showdowns rickshaw right along.