“I may need a little checkup, but I’m alive.”
“Is that what I think it is?”
Remi patted the Theurang box beside her. “I just happened upon it. Pure dumb luck.”
“Is Marjorie dead?”
“I don’t think so, but I hit her pretty hard. She may never be the same again.”
“An improvement, then. Are you ready to come up?”
Sam, now armed with Russell’s machine gun, had made his way back to the main tunnel. Unsure of Zhilan’s location, he simply grabbed his backpack and found his way to the second pit and Remi.
Thirty minutes later they were both back in the Great Room. Together, they reeled Marjorie’s limp body up the shaft. Sam handed Remi the machine gun, then scooped up Marjorie and folded her across his shoulder.
“Keep an eye out for the Dragon Lady,” he told Remi. “If you see her, shoot first and forget the questions.”
As they neared the tunnel exit, Remi stopped. “Do you hear that?”
“Yes . . . Someone’s whistling.” A smile spread across Sam’s face. “It’s ‘Rule, Britannia!’”
Cautiously, Sam and Remi stepped out of the tunnel.
Sitting twenty feet away, his back against a boulder, was Jack Karna. He spotted them and stopped whistling. He gave them a cheery wave.
“Tallyho, Fargos. Oh, wait, that rhymes. How clever of me.”
Dumbfounded, Sam and Remi walked toward him. As they drew nearer they could see tufts of white emergency dressing jutting from a scarf tied around Karna’s neck. He was cradling Ajay’s Beretta in his lap.
A few feet away, Zhilan Hsu lay flat on her back, her head propped up by Ajay’s balled-up parka. Wrapped around the midpoint of each of her thighs was a bloody field dressing. Zhilan was awake. She glared at them but said nothing.
Remi said, “Jack, I think an explanation is in order.”
“Quite. As it turns out, Russell is a good shot but not an expert marksman. I believe he was trying to shoot through me and get Ajay in the process. His damned bullet punched through that muscle . . . What it’s called, between the shoulder and the neck?”
“Trapezius?” Sam offered.
“Yes, that’s it. Two inches to the right and I’d be a goner.”
“Are you in pain?” Remi asked.
“Of course, a monumental amount. Say, what’s that you’re carrying, lovely Remi?”
“A little something we found lying around.”
Remi set it down beside Karna. He smiled and gave the lid a pat.
“What about her?” Sam asked.
“Ah, the Dragon Lady. Very simple, really. She thought I was dead; she let her guard down. As she approached, I grabbed Ajay’s gun-this one here-and shot her in the right leg. Then again in the left leg for good measure. I think it took the wind out of her sails, don’t you?”
“I’d say so.”
Sam turned to Zhilan. He crouched down and dumped Marjorie on the ground beside her. Zhilan reached out and touched her daughter’s face. Sam and Remi watched, stunned, as Zhilan’s eyes brimmed with tears.
“She’s alive,” Sam told her.
“And Russell?”
“No.”
“You killed him? You killed my son?”
“Only because he gave me no choice,” said Sam.
“Then I will kill you, Sam Fargo.”
“You can try. But think about this first: we could have left Marjorie in there to die. We didn’t. Jack could have killed you. He didn’t. You’re here because of your husband. He sent you and your children to do his dirty work, and now one of them is dead.
“We’re getting off this mountain and we’re taking you with us. As soon as we get to a phone, we’re going to call the FBI and tell them everything we know. You’ve got a choice to make: do you want to be a witness or a defendant alongside your husband? No matter what, you’re going to jail, but depending on how you play your cards Marjorie might have a chance.”
Remi said, “How old is she?”
“Twenty-two.”
“She’s got a long life ahead of her. It’s largely up to you how she spends it: free, and out from under her father’s thumb, or in prison.”
Zhilan’s hateful stare suddenly gave out. Her face went slack, as though she had just let down a heavy burden. She said, “What would I need to do?”
“Tell the FBI everything you know about Charles King’s illegal dealings-every nasty thing he’s ever done or ordered you to do on his behalf.”
Remi said, “A smart lady like you, I’ll bet you’re a big believer in insurance. You have a very thick file on King stashed away somewhere, don’t you?”
“What’s it going to be?” Sam asked.
Zhilan hesitated, then nodded.
“Good choice. Jack, we seem to have misplaced our radios.”
“I have mine right here.”
“Get on the line and try to raise Gupta. It’s time to get out of here.”
EPILOGUE
Sam and Remi’s rescue from the Shangri-La temple mountain had unfolded without any dilemma. As he had promised, Gupta had orbited the area, listening and waiting for their call. He returned and picked them up. Four hours after they left Chinese airspace, Gupta landed the Chetak at Itanagar Airport.
Since they were the only witnesses to what had occurred on the mountain, aside from the deceased Z-9 crew, no one in the Chinese government was aware of the incursion. As far as anyone knew, Gupta and his passengers had simply been on a sightseeing tour.
After a brief checkup at an Itanagar hospital, Sam and Remi were dismissed. Marjorie was kept overnight for observation. Like her father, she was hardheaded, suffering only a mild concussion from Remi’s blow.
Karna refused medical attention until he was across the border in Nepal but had his entry and exit bullet wounds cleaned and dressed by Gupta.
After lengthy conversations with Rube Haywood, Sam arranged for Zhilan Hsu and Marjorie to be discreetly and securely transported to Washington, D.C., where special agents of the FBI were waiting for them. During interrogation, Zhilan Hsu held nothing back about Charles King. According to Rube, the FBI and the Justice Department had formed a task force devoted to unraveling King’s many illicit operations. It was predicted that King would spend the rest of his life behind bars.
The Nepalese government and their scientific community kept the chest under close security while their chief anthropologist, Ramos Shadar, and his associates had time to study its contents. It was decided the discovery of the Golden Man and the Shangri-La temple’s location should be kept secret until they were ready to be revealed to the world.
Now the time had come.
“Cheers!” Remi announced, holding up her glass of champagne.
The rest of the assemblage-Sam, Jack Karna, Adala Kaalrami, Sushant Dharel, and Ramos Shadar-echoed the
