In honor of Hong Kong's reversion to Chinese rule, Detective Phil Auden is going through the plumbing in the sub-basement of the Yellowthread Street Police Station (lest possibly mislaid jewels fall into the hands of his Oriental brothers) when he stumbles over an unexploded 10-ton bomb--a bomb that Inspector Bill Spencer is convinced, despite Auden's frantic pleas, offers him a unique opportunity to Live Life to the Fullest by single- handedly disarming. Upstairs, things are even more surreal. Senior Inspector Christopher O'Yee is having persistent visions of six demons assaulting the station, and Chief Inspector Harry Feiffer is investigating a series of deaths of aging millionaires--men who died of heart attacks or strokes, but not before they tore out their own eyes in their death throes. Looking past the elaborate cipher clues that seem to be forced on his mates, Feiffer can't help recognizing the same modus operandi by which his father met his own death 40 years earlier. Is the killer, as Feiffer's colleagues in Manila insist, a dragon-like Dalgangan, an unstoppable priest who's been notching up victims for 150 years, or is it a human wolf in Dalgangan's clothing? Well, don't be too sure. The 15th Yellowthread Street fantasy will keep you guessing--and squirming--right up to the last page, and beyond. Marshall outdoes himself in wild invention. But readers new to his nonpareil series may want to start with the relatively (!) sedate Inches (1994).