The Last Assassin

I raced back to the hotel to get my passport, calling airlines to check on flights on the way. The next one I could get was a JAL nonstop that left at 7:05 that evening and arrived in New York at five in the evening of the same day. I booked a seat.

I checked out of the hotel and returned the van before catching a train to the airport. I could have asked Dox to take care of it for me, but I felt like if I didn't have a task I might explode.

On the way to the airport, my phone buzzed twice — once Dox, once Delilah. I didn't answer.

I thought about how I would find the two goons who had threatened Midori. I didn't expect it to be difficult. They'd be watching her now, waiting for me to show up. And I would show up. Just not where, when, or how they were expecting.

But then something I'd understood since the moment Midori called finally spoke up in conscious terms. It had been right there, in those three simple words: I hate you. But I hadn't wanted to acknowledge it.

No matter how this turned out, Midori would never again indulge my protestations about how I could get out of the life. That part was over. The best I could hope for now was merely to restore the way things had been before. Everything else I'd fought for, everything else I'd wanted, had just been snatched away.

I had no appetite, but I stopped at a noodle place in the airport departure lounge and forced myself to eat. My body wanted to break into a sprint, but it was still way too early in the race for that. I needed to stay calm. Until it was time to not be calm.

When the plane started boarding, I found a quiet corner away from the lines and called Dox. He answered immediately. 'Hey, man, where've you been? You get my message?'

'I saw that you called. Sorry I wasn't able to get back to you until now.'

'Everything all right?'

'Yamaoto's dead. Heart attack in the hospital earlier today.'

There was a pause. Dox said, 'I knew you were going to go off and do something by yourself. Son, you're incorrigible. But nice work, and congratulations.'

'Yeah.'

'You should have called me, though.'

'I'm sorry. I can't put you at any more risk than I already have.'

'What are you talking about, 'risk'? We're partners, remember?'

'Listen. I can't talk long. My plane's about to leave for New York.'

'New York? What's going on?'

I told him about the call from Midori.

'Goddamnit, man, you didn't call me about this? I'm coming to the airport right now.'

'The plane's leaving now. You won't be able to make it. Even if you came, by the time you got there it would already be done. One way or the other.'

'Goddamnit, John, you're being stupid! You've got friends, man, people who want to help you.'

'I don't need your help.'

'The hell you don't. You're not thinking clearly, it's obvious. Wait, hold on, I'm here having coffee with Delilah, she wants to talk to you.'

There was a pause, then Delilah said, 'John, what's going on?'

I told her about the call from Midori.

'Oh God,' she said. 'Why didn't you call us?'

The boarding line was getting smaller. 'It's not your fight,' I said.

'Yes, it is.'

I didn't respond. What was the point? No it isn't, yes it is?

'Dox told me why you didn't go after Yamaoto when he ran out of the club,' she said. 'You went back for me.'

Again I didn't respond. What happened at the club was already irrelevant.

'John, let us help you. Please.'

'Look, I appreciate it, I really do. But I have to go.'

'You set it up this way. You waited to call until it was too late. What, were you afraid we would persuade you to let us help?'

An announcement blared — last call for my flight. I said, 'My plane is leaving.'

'Wait. There's something I want to tell you about New York…' she started to say.

'Not now. We'll have another chance.'

'But…'

'I promise,' I said, and shut down the phone.