kidnapping. She gave no indication otherwise. He thought all of Shanghai knew.
“You saw this, yes?” Amy asked, pointing to a tiny red dot the size of a pinhead alongside the character notation.
“I might have missed that,” he said, having no idea what it was.
“It is a voice note.” She scrolled along the bookmarked route. “Each location, a voice note.”
Knox studied the device, thinking: Voice notes?
“Friend in International Pearl City try to sell me this same GPS,” Amy said. “Gar-min,” she said, making it sound Chinese.
She worked the device through some menus and Knox’s breath caught as Danner’s voice-calm and restrained- spoke. He had trouble concentrating on the actual message.
“Second floor, second door from the south corner. Husband and wife. Mid-forties-out of shape. No children.”
Knox wanted to replay it just to hear Danner’s voice.
“A note for each location?” he said, rhetorically.
“Evidently.”
“Okay, then.” He accepted the device back and pocketed it. A note for each location. It might prove a shortcut to nearly the same information they sought from Lu’s accounting of the bribes: the precise location of each bribe recipient.
She said nothing more about it, showed no outward sign of interest or curiosity-as discreet as one could ask for.
“Here,” she said, kissing him just off his lips, and catching his hand as it came up. “Do not wipe it off.”
“Who’s going to see us?”
“Everyone already has. If you do not want them asking the obvious questions, then leave it.”
She was testing him. Her way of asking him what this was about while saving herself face.
He searched her exquisite eyes. “What are the obvious questions?”
“Xing xing zhi huo ke yi liao yuan,” she said. A single spark can start a prairie fire.
“Shu dao hu sun san,” he returned. An equally well-worn proverb. When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. He warned of fair-weather friendship.
“I am no monkey,” she said. “You must be careful, John. You never fail to surprise me. This makes me warm for you.”
“It’s not what you think,” he said. All waiguoren were considered spies first.
“Have you no idea what I am thinking about?” She placed his thigh between her legs and pressed, letting him feel her heat. She craned up and whispered, “Maybe you can guess.”
They kissed.
“Enjoy your accountant,” she said, pulling away from him, making a show of her muscular backside.
Reentering the bar, he was hyperaware of the dozen eyes that found him-including Grace’s.
He arrived at her table and addressed Yang. “If you are seducing my date, I will have to cry foul. As the host of such a perfect party-the drinks, the food, the guests-you outclass any man in attendance and play to an unfair advantage.”
“The older the ginger, the hotter the spice,” Yang answered. “He who pays the piper calls the tune.” He glanced over to Grace.
“Only a fool would argue with such wisdom,” she said.
“We were just wrapping up,” Yang said. He moved to draw Grace’s chair back. Grace stood, thanking him.
Katherine Wu appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Knox noted how well she’d been trained, and kept his mind partially on Yang’s security man, wondering if that training spilled over to him; wondering if he happened to know some Mongolians.
“I trust you will enjoy yourself,” Yang said to Grace.
“The rest of the evening will pale by comparison to these few minutes in your company,” she said.
Yang bowed ever so slightly. Together, he and his assistant moved toward the bar.
“Had enough?” Knox said.
“You can leave any time you would like.”
“If I want permission, I’ll ask,” he said.
She indicated her own chin and passed him a napkin from the table. Knox wiped off Amy’s lipstick.
“Part of my cover.”
“You do not have to explain yourself to me,” she said, sarcastically. “I wish to stay a while longer to see if I can get our host alone once more. I worry for Lu Hao. I do not doubt a man like this could be behind it.”
“Did he offer to negotiate the ransom?” he asked, aiming for specifics.
“Leave when you wish. Perhaps we make a small scene and I am left on my own. Men can be so predictable.”
“You could slap me,” he said.
“Happily,” she whispered.
“Six A.M.?” he asked.
“I don’t forget so quickly,” Grace said, her eyes lingering a little too long on the smudge still clinging to the corner of his lips.
“The corner of Huaihai and Maoming,” he said. “Near the entrance to the Metro station.”
She cracked him across the cheek, everyone nearby interrupted by the slap.
Knox nursed it and moved away, cutting through the crowd. She had a hell of a right hand.
9:10 P.M.
Knox took repeated precautions to avoid being followed, including arriving at the Jin Jiang Hotel, where he was officially registered. He went through the motions of riding the elevator to his room, both for the sake of his cover, and to try to trap anyone behind him he might have missed.
Once inside the room, he stopped short at the sight of a brown padded envelope on his bed. He felt through it before opening-something hard, slightly smaller than a paperback book.
He spent a minute giving the room a lived-in look. Kept one eye on the package, which was both stapled and taped shut.
Finally, he tore it open and slid out the contents revealing the smooth aluminum of an Iomega portable hard drive. He double-checked the envelope. No note.
Kozlowski. Had to be. Before calling Dulwich to deliver his daily briefing and inquire if the delivery of the hard drive was somehow his doing, Knox pulled out the GPS and listened to Danner’s seven voice notes. Used as a dictation device, the notes were brief and cryptic, unemotional and nearly without personality. But Knox held on to the sound of the man’s voice, replaying several of the messages just to hear him speak. He suffered nostalgia, a condition he thought he’d been cured of permanently following his contract service with the military. The last real friendships he’d forged had been in Kuwait, now too many years ago to count.
He needed to listen to the last voice memo several times to decipher Danner’s verbal shorthand.
“Late addition to route. Heavy duffel left behind. Choke point. Civi guard took off, leaving two Huns as gatekeepers.”
Huns…Mongolians? On Lu Hao’s payout route? Added late in the game?
Knox mulled it over as he rode the elevator to the mezzanine and used his card key to enter the empty business office. Connected the hard drive by USB cable and studied the drive’s directory. He tried search strings for “Lu,” “bribes,” “payoffs,” “incentives,” “Berthold.” Nothing. The most recent Word files were letters written to his wife, Peggy. Reading the letters stirred guilt and anger in Knox. He owed Peggy a call. Something reassuring but vague. He found the most recently opened Excel files, also of little use: expense accounts. Nothing that pointed at Lu. Maybe Grace could find some files of significance, but at first blush, Knox doubted Lu Hao’s books were anywhere on Danner’s drive.
He disconnected the drive, hit the street and bought a second external drive and had the teenage clerk copy it. It took forty-five minutes; he tipped the kid a week’s salary. He returned to his room and placed a call.
“Go,” Dulwich said.
