'I like when you do that,' I said, looking into her eyes, gray in the interior gloom of the van.
'What?'
'Talk in Hebrew.'
She nodded. 'You make me.'
I watched her. The last time I'd seen her kill someone, she got the shakes afterward. But that had been her first time. It gets easier after that.
'You all right?' I said.
She nodded. 'I shouldn't be, I guess, but I am.'
I reached up and touched her cheek. 'I can't… I don't know how to thank you for what you did tonight. For everything you've done.'
She said nothing.
'I don't know what's going to happen,' I told her. 'I do know I don't want to lose you.'
'That's up to you,' she said, her eyes down. 'It always has been.'
We stayed like that for another minute. I thought about Midori again. I could call her and tell her everything, make her understand how bad it was and convince her to move someplace with Koichiro, at least until I'd settled this.
But that would be it for us. I knew it. Whatever tenuous possibility of rapprochement she had hinted at in New York would be extinguished like a flickering ember under a boot heel.
And Yamaoto was wounded now, wasn't he? Hell, for all I knew he had just finished bleeding out in the back of his limousine. Or he was in emergency surgery somewhere. Any minute now I might get news from Tatsu about where to get to him. Nothing was going to happen to Midori and Koichiro just this moment. I could wait a little while longer, see how the situation with Yamaoto played out. If I learned he'd made it, if it seemed I couldn't finish him, I could warn Midori then.
We pulled on what was left of our clothes. I said, 'A lot of people saw you at the club. With Big Liu dead and Yamaoto wounded, they're all going to be in disarray. But Kuro's still at large. You have to be careful.'
She smiled. 'I know.'
'Sorry. I just…'
'I know,' she said again, and kissed me.
She got out of the van and I watched her until she had turned off the street. Then I drove to find a new hotel.
45
I checked into a business hotel in Shinjuku and took a shower and then a long, hot bath. It didn't do much to relax me. I couldn't stop thinking. The thoughts weren't good.
What if Yamaoto didn't wind up in a hospital? What would it mean? A guy that powerful would have doctors on the payroll, people who could patch a bullet hole without involving the authorities. Maybe one of them was making a house call right now. But from what Dox had said, Yamaoto was going to need a lot more than that. A trauma surgical team, probably, and a lot of blood.
Regardless, what if he lived, and told his people, and Big Liu's, what happened at the club? With all the bad blood, the Chinese might not have believed him, but the bullet hole in his chest might be persuasive of truthfulness. And regardless of what the Chinese thought, Yamaoto's own people would do what he told them. If he got the chance to send them after Midori and Koichiro…
I glanced at the phone, perched on the edge of the sink counter within grabbing distance of the tub.
The phone rang. I half leaped out of the bath to grab it. I looked at the caller ID. Tatsu.
I flipped it open, my heart pounding. 'Yeah.'
'You'll never guess where our friend is.'
'Tell me.'
'Right here at Jikei hospital. In surgery. It took my people some time to find him. There are quite a few hospitals in Tokyo, and Yamaoto is here under a false name.'
I was gripping the phone hard and tried to relax. 'Is he going to make it?'
'The doctors seem optimistic. He was lucky. From what I understand, another centimeter and he would have been past saving.'
'How do I get to him?'
'You can't while he's in the operating room. And he'll be in the ICU afterward for at least twenty-four hours, being monitored constantly. You have to wait until he's in intermediate care.'
'I can't wait that long,' I said. I felt like shouting, putting my fist through the wall, smashing things. 'He could
