He nodded. 'Yeah, I've had a few of those.'
'Anyway, apparently Yamaoto is still unhappy about the damage I did to him when we locked horns. It's become a grudge.'
'He's in Japan but he's got people here?'
'He's getting help from the triads. The Chinese mob has a bigger presence in New York than the yakuza.'
'Haven't those triad boys been moving into Japan, too?'
'Yeah. There's a long-running struggle in Tokyo between the yakuza and the triads there. They both want the drug and prostitution trades for themselves. Yamaoto must be ceding something to the triads in Tokyo in return for their watching Midori in New York.'
'All right, I get it. And you want me to help you identify the surveillance so you can circumvent it.'
'Exactly.'
'Well, hell, this isn't even much of a favor. When you first called, I figured it was because you wanted to send someone on a Valhalla vacation.'
'If that's all it were, I could take care of it myself.'
'Yeah, I expect you could.' He took a swallow of beer. 'You know, the surveillance doesn't really bother me. I reckon we can spot the gaps easily enough and slip you through one of them.'
'Okay, good.'
'But, have you thought about… you know.'
'No, what?'
He finished his beer and signaled the waitress to bring us a couple more. 'I mean, she knows you killed her old man. I expect that's a hard thing for a person to get over. It sure would be for me.'
'Well, what am I supposed to do? Just pretend I don't know there's a child?'
'No, I guess you can't do that, either. It's a complicated situation, I'll give you that.'
The waitress brought our beers and moved off.
'They've been watching her since when?' Dox asked.
'Since they learned about the baby. About a year. That's what convinced them I'd come back to her.'
He looked at me, half amused, half concerned. 'Well, looks like they might have been on to something there.'
I shrugged.
'You thought about calling her first?' he asked. 'Or sending an e-mail?'
I shook my head. 'I don't think it's a good idea.'
'You worried they're monitoring her electronically?'
'No, Tatsu told me they're not. But I don't know how she'll react to hearing from me. It's better if I do it in person.'
He nodded and drained a third from the mug. 'Well, she's a jazz pianist, right? Her schedule's public. If you wanted to get to her, that's where you'd most likely start.'
'Right. So we can expect surveillance at her performances. But the photos Tatsu acquired weren't taken at a performance. She was at an outdoor cafe somewhere, with the baby. Daytime.'
'If it was daytime, my guess is they followed her from where she lives.'
'Agreed.'
'You know, sending a foot soldier to take in a public jazz performance from time to time is one thing. But if they're giving Yamaoto enough local manpower to watch Midori's apartment, too, that's a pretty big favor he must be doing them in return.'
'Told you he's got a grudge.'
'I swear, man, you've got an uncanny knack for getting people pissed at you. You ever considered charm school?'
'Yeah, it's on my to-do list.'
He paused as though considering. 'One thing we might not have thought of. Has her building got a doorman? Those boys aren't paid the best wages in the world, and…'
'Yeah, I've thought about that, too. There is a doorman, and it's possible someone got to him. But I think the odds of that are low. If Yamaoto had the doorman in his employ, why would he need to bother with the Chinese? We know they're costing him more than a bribed doorman.'
He nodded. 'Well, what does all this mean for you and Delilah?'
I hesitated. 'I don't know.'
'Guess you couldn't ask for her help on this one, under the circumstances.'
'Very funny.'
'If she dumps you for me, you won't be bitter, will you? She's bound to get tired of your Hamlet routine, and I can tell she's secretly in love with me.'
