The Last Assassin

'You're not traveling under your own name, are you?'

'No.'

'French passport? French pocket litter?'

'Yes.'

I wanted to ask, Then why did you bring it up?

Instead I said, 'We're good to go, then.'

'But you didn't think of it. It makes me wonder what else you're missing.'

I glanced over at her and said, 'You want to tell me what's really bugging you?'

There was another pause. She said, 'This whole situation.'

Yeah, me too, I wanted to say. Instead I asked, 'Have you got a place to stay? Hotel?'

'Not yet. I barely had time to make it to the airport.'

Even cranky as she was, I wanted her to stay with me, but operationally it would be safer for her to stay somewhere else. On the other hand, I didn't want her to think I didn't want her. On the other other hand…

Jesus. I couldn't take much more of this.

'I'm at the Hilton, in Shinjuku,' I said. 'It's not La Florida, but it'll do. You're welcome to stay with me, if you like.'

There was a pause. She said, 'I think it's better if I stay somewhere else.'

I might have asked, Better, why? Is this personal, or operational? But it seemed better to let it alone.

'Tell me about your cover,' I said, 'and I'll make a reservation for you somewhere appropriate.'

She was quiet for a moment, imagining. Then she said, 'I live in Paris. My philandering husband died recently, leaving me with nothing but debts. I need a way to make money, and I want to get away from everything connected with my old life, do something exciting, have an adventure. When I heard about Whispers, it sounded like exactly what I needed.'

I didn't have to ask her about the details. I'd seen her in action before and knew that soon enough all the lies would be carefully thought through and intricately connected.

'Probably Le Meridien Pacific in Shinagawa, then. Makes sense that you'd choose a French chain, and there are only two in Tokyo. The other's in Odaiba, a little far from the center of things. The one in Shinagawa isn't a bad hotel. Close to where Dox is staying, too.'

'Okay.'

I took out my mobile phone and called information, which connected me to the hotel. I asked them if they had availability tonight and for the next five nights. They told me they did. I said I would call back and clicked off.

'They've got rooms,' I said. 'Just tell them you had a reservation, and they'll think they lost it. No big deal for anyone as long as there's still availability. It would look strange if you showed up without a reservation, or if you made one a half hour before checking in.'

'I know.'

I glanced over. 'One other thing. See if you can rent a mobile phone through the hotel. The one you use in France won't work here. I'd get you one myself, but…'

'I know. We need something backstopped.'

Damn, she was touchy. Well, I'd rather irritate her by pointing out the obvious than take a chance on overlooking something important.

'What name will you be using at the hotel?' I asked.

'Laure Kupfer.'

'Kupfer with a K?'

'Yes.'

I told her my mobile number. She wrote it down. I told her where Dox was staying, just a short walk from Le Meridien, and that we should plan to meet in his room at seven o'clock that evening unless I heard from her otherwise.

We drove the rest of the way in silence. When I dropped her off, she said she wanted to sleep for a few hours. That sounded like a good idea. It was around four in the morning in Paris, and if things went well at her audition tonight she might be out late.

'Do you have money?' I asked her.

She shook her head.

I reached into a pocket and pulled out some bills. I counted out ten ten-thousand-yen notes and extended them to her. 'This is about eight hundred dollars,' I said. 'Not sure what that is in Euros — maybe seven, seven-fifty, I think.'

'I'll find an ATM,' she said, making no move to take the money.

'That'll be a waste of time,' I said. 'You can pay me back if you want.'