She couldn’t have been inside more than thirty seconds before she reappeared on the sidewalk and climbed back into the waiting taxi, which then drove off. Knox looked to the ambulance, expecting it to move. It did not.
Grace came out of security and hurried across the carefully manicured pebble walk and atop the close-cut grass-like a putting green-and joined Knox under the umbrella.
“It is done,” she said.
“So?”
“Now it is up to Yang Cheng to judge and value the information, perhaps verify, even partially, that Zhimin could be culpable. To determine if he is important enough for Yang to risk his reputation and the expenditure of guanxi.”
“Perfect.”
“You are considering a move on the ambulance,” she said.
Knox stewed. He didn’t appreciate being read like that.
“It is all well and good. That is the expression, is it not?”
“It is the expression. It’s not the case.”
“If the ambulance leaves, then we know we have failed.” Said so calmly.
“If the ambulance backs up, it won’t make it ten feet.”
“John.”
“Grace.”
She placed her hand on his upper arm and stood close to him, out of the rain. “There has not been a minister to fall in many years. The government will gain great value from it. The Party, no. But the number one grievance of the Chinese people is corruption. The government cannot possibly resist such a trophy as Chairman Zhimin.”
“But bringing down a politician…” Knox said.
“You will see.”
But the ambulance did not move, forward or back. The driver toyed with Kobe Bryant, while Dulwich hung his head, looking defeated.
Another five minutes passed.
“Yang is not going to do it,” Knox said.
“Give it time,” Grace said.
Through beating wipers, Knox saw one of the policemen respond to a dashboard radio call, and watched as a heated discussion ensued between him and the driver, who pointed back, clearly explaining they were boxed in.
The cop who’d taken the radio call climbed out of the police car and headed for the second cop car, the one blocking the ambulance. This man shot a smug look in Knox’s direction. In that look was confidence and spiteful victory. Knox saw it in slow motion-malicious superiority.
Knox looked back through the gray toward the mansion, where Kozlowski stood keeping his distance. Back at the ambulance. Then to the Marine behind the wheel of the Humvee. And finally, to the winch mounted on the front of the Humvee.
Knox jogged to the winch, slammed down the release lever and spooled off fifteen feet of steel cable. He walked the hook on the end of the cable toward the gate.
“Knox…” Grace called out anxiously.
The Marine was out of the vehicle. “Hey!”
Knox slid through a puddle across the threshold into Chinese territory, where he was a wanted criminal, and partially under the ambulance, as beneath the vehicle he saw the police car to the rear backing up. He hooked the ambulance’s tow bar, and scrambled back out as the sound of car doors signaled the police coming for him. He crawled and dove back across the gate line, a border defining the consulate property, and rushed to the winch, opening a plastic box and throwing a switch. The Chinese police had missed him by inches.
“You can’t do that!” the Marine said to Knox. But the man was clearly more engaged with the two Chinese policemen whose toes were nearly touching the consulate boundary. The Marine marched toward them and stood nose to nose.
The winch cable tightened.
The Marine held himself rigid, the spit from his words mixing with the rain on the face of the policeman directly across from him; but his message was for Knox.
“Cease and desist, sir!” he shouted. “That is United States property!”
The slack out of the winch, Knox hurried to the open door of the vehicle and set the brake. As the cable tightened, the ambulance groaned and jumped. The Humvee buckled and skidded forward. A tug of war.
Knox dislodged a large stone that defined the pebble walkway and used it to block the vehicle’s front tire. Now it was all Humvee: the ambulance crept forward, skidding on the wet surface, slowly drawn toward the gate.
The two policemen understood the physics and the mechanics. They grabbed hold of the steel cable, but to no avail.
Kozlowski arrived at a run, out of breath. He headed straight for the door to the Humvee, where Knox blocked him.
One of the Chinese policemen ran to the police car. He pounded on the trunk and the driver released it and the trunk popped open. The policeman came away with a pair of bolt cutters.
The ambulance’s front bumper was only inches from the gate.
“That’s a U.S. service veteran in that ambulance, Marine,” Knox hollered. “He’s headed to Chinese jail if we don’t get him across that line.”
The message was meant for Kozlowski as well, who stood eye to eye with Knox as the Humvee’s electric winch ground steadily away, and the ambulance slid forward.
It was clear to Knox that the distance between the ambulance and the Humvee wouldn’t allow the ambulance to make it all the way inside the compound. He waved Dulwich forward and watched as a man with a head compress and an arm in a sling took out a police guard sitting across from him on the opposing bench.
Dulwich ducked and moved to the front of the ambulance as the cop with the bolt cutter aimed the tiny jaws at the steel cable. The Marine kicked out across the line, knocking the bolt cutter off its mark. The ambulance bumper crossed into U.S. territory.
The policeman stepped across the line in an effort to cut the cable, and the Marine pulled his weapon. The cop backed off, resigned now to watching.
“Corporal!” Kozlowski shouted, leaving Knox. But not before whispering, “You motherfucker,” under his breath at him.
Knox smiled at a worried Grace.
The ambulance windshield was in the compound.
The rear door of the ambulance flew open and three cops piled inside and rushed the front of the vehicle, after Dulwich. Dulwich threw himself up onto the dash of the ambulance while the driver recoiled.
Kozlowski was shouting for the Marine to holster his weapon.
“Sir! This is my duty, sir!” the Marine called back as he raised the weapon and trained it on the first of the cops in the ambulance.
“Hey!” the Marine hollered, winning the cop’s attention. The man blanched. “Remove yourself from U.S. soil!” the Marine shouted.
The ambulance skidded forward at an angle, snagging the wrought-iron gate and collapsing it inward in a metallic cry. The Marine held his weapon on the policeman, who did not move. It took two more minutes for the ambulance’s passenger door to cross the threshold. Knox stopped the winch.
Dulwich climbed out of the vehicle, met there by Kozlowski and Grace, who helped him deeper into the compound. Knox released the cable.
The Marine kicked at the cable. Knox reached under and cleared it.
The Marine shouted at the ambulance driver, looking down the barrel of his pistol at him. “Sir! Your vehicle is improperly on U.S. soil. I ask that you remove it at once!”
It was doubtful the driver understood English, but the ambulance jumped back so quickly that the cop in front lost his balance and fell over, and the ambulance then rammed the police car behind it, knocking the cop fully to the ground.
