Zen Cho is a relatively new published writer. You’d never know it from this story. An excerpt:
Mr. Yu told them about the ghost on the way upstairs, speaking low-voiced in Cantonese.
“Nick bought it with the business’s money. Without our knowledge,” he said. “We hired him because we thought he would understand the British customers better. I suppose it’s not his fault. He was very happy about it. He said it was a bargain to get an antique like that in such good condition. He took it well when we told him no more antiques, but he refuses to get rid of this one. He says it adds to the character of the hotel. Matches the surroundings.” Mr. Yu looked outraged at the thought. “I can tell you that’s not true,” he added. “The rest of the surroundings isn’t haunted. We got priests to bless the house before we moved in. No ghosts left anywhere, knock wood.”
Jia Qi automatically rapped the banister along with Mr. Yu, but Coco was British and did not hold with superstitions. She was only interested in real ghosts.
“How old is the building?” she said.