“What do you think of this, Dad?” He took his key chain from his pocket, removed the ring, and placed it in his father’s hand.
Thomas Brewster looked at the ring carefully. “It’s a beautiful ring. Jade. Where did you get it?”
“Someone threw it at me this morning,” Biff said, a grin on his tanned face.
“Threw it at you? What do you mean?”
Biff explained quickly, then handed the note to his father.
“Read this.”
Mr. Brewster read the words: “Fortune shines upon, and the gods protect, the wearer of this ring.” He looked back at his son, shaking his head in puzzlement.
“This is all? You haven’t any idea who the man was?”
“Not the faintest, Dad.”
“H-m-m.” Mr. Brewster studied the ring again. “Jade, and it looks Chinese. That call from Ling Tang may be connected with this in some way.”