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  The door they approached wasn’t as flimsy as it appeared. It was also locked and guarded, but the sentinel let them in after peering through a peephole when Fadeout knocked.

  “Siu Ma is asleep,” the guard said. He was a large Chinese dressed in traditional baggy trousers, broad leather belt, and matching tunic top. The machine pistol holstered on his broad leather belt was a jarring anachronism with his antique style of dress, but, Brennan reflected, was a sensible compromise with what was apparently Siu Ma’s strongly developed sense of tradition.

  “She’ll want to see us,” Fadeout said grimly. “We’ll be in the audience chamber.”

  The guard nodded, turned to a very modern intercom system, and spoke Chinese too quickly for Brennan to follow.

  The audience chamber was as luxurious as the outside of the building was dilapidated. The decorating motif was dynastic China. There were rich rugs, beautiful lacquered screens, delicate porcelain, a couple of massive green bronze temple demons, and undoubtedly valuable knickknacks of ivory, jade, and other precious and semiprecious stones set about on tables of teak and ebony and other rare woods. Wraith, Brennan thought, would love this place.

  Although it could have been overwhelming, the room’s overall effect was actually quite pleasing. It was like a living museum exhibit that had been assembled with a discerning eye and in the utmost good taste.

  Siu Ma was already waiting for them. She was seated on a gilt chair that dominated the chamber’s rear wall, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She was short with a round, plump face, dark, long-lashed eyes, and black glossy hair. She looked to be in her early thirties. She stifled a yawn with a pudgy hand and frowned at Fadeout.

  “This had better be important,” she said, glancing distastefully at Deadhead and his attendants, curiously at Brennan. Her English was excellent, with just a lingering trace of a French accent.

  “It is,” Fadeout assured her. He told her of the Mafia hit on his brownstone. As he spoke, a young girl bearing a tray came into the room and poured her a small cup of tea. Siu Ma sipped the tea as she listened to Fadeout’s story, and her frown deepened.

  “This is intolerable,” she said when he’d finished. “We must teach those comic-book criminals a lesson they won’t forget.”

  “I agree,” Fadeout said. “However, our spies have told us that Covello has withdrawn to his estate in the Hamptons. It’s one of the Mafia’s most heavily fortified strongholds. It has two walls around it—an armored outer wall that encircles the entire estate and an inner electrified fence that protects the main building. Covello’s entrenched there with a company of heavily armed Mafia thugs.”

  Siu Ma looked at Fadeout coldly, and Brennan could see ruthless strength in her near-black eyes.

  “The Shadow Fists have weapons too,” she said.

  Fadeout bobbed his head. “I agree, but we don’t want to expend our men in a futile attempt at revenge. And think of the unwanted attention such an assault would draw from the authorities.”

  There was an uncomfortable silence as Siu Ma sipped her tea and stared coldly at Fadeout. Brennan saw his chance.

  “Excuse my interruption,” he said in his soft drawl, “but one man can often go where many would be unwelcome.”

  Fadeout turned to him, frowned. “What do you mean?”

  Brennan shrugged depreciatingly. “A one-man sortie might accomplish what a full-scale raid could never hope to do.”

  Brennan felt Siu Ma’s eyes boring into him. “Who is this man?” she asked.

  “His name’s Cowboy,” Fadeout said, distraction in his voice. “He’s new.”

  Siu Ma finished her tea and set the cup down on the tray. “He sounds as if he has a head on his shoulders. Tell me,” she said, speaking directly to Brennan for the first time, “are you volunteering to be this man?”

  He bobbed his head in a respectful bow. “Yes, Dama.”

  She smiled, pleased as he’d hoped she’d be by the respectful form of address.

  “It will be dangerous, very, very dangerous,” Fadeout said cautiously.

  Siu Ma turned her gaze to him. “Never,” she said, “stop to count danger in a matter of revenge.”

  Brennan suppressed a smile. Siu Ma, it seemed, was a woman after his own heart.

  IV

  It was bone-chillingly cold at the West Thirtieth Street Heliport. The wind was an icy whip that cut through the stained jumpsuit that Brennan wore. The smell of immanent snow was in the air, though Brennan could barely discern it through the grease and oil odors of the heliport where, disguised as a mechanic, he waited patiently.

  Brennan was good at waiting. He’d spent two days and nights doing just that in a hidden observation post across the road from Covello’s Southampton estate. It was apparent that Covello, choosing discretion over valor, had decided to go to ground for the duration of the Mafia–Shadow Fist war. He was surrounded by a company of heavily armed Mafia goons and protected by walls that were safe to anything but a full-scale assault. The only vehicles allowed inside the grounds brought supplies to feed the don and underlings to consult with him, and even these were stopped and thoroughly checked at the front gate.

  The only other way into the estate was the helipad on the mansion’s roof. Brennan had watched Covello’s helicopter come and go several times each day, on different occasions ferrying in and out expensive-looking women and dark-suited men. The men, when identified by snaps Brennan took of them with a telephoto lens, were mostly high-ranking members of the other Families. The women were apparently call girls.

  His reconnaissance over, Brennan waited patiently at the heliport that was the Manhattan base of Covello’s chopper. Since, he decided, he couldn’t go through Covello’s walls, he’d go over them. In Covello’s own chopper.

  Night had fallen before the chopper pilot showed up with a trio of shivering women dressed in fur coats. There was no one else near the chopper. As Brennan approached them, the pilot let down the ladder to the cabin. The first hooker was trying to climb aboard, but was finding it difficult to mount the metal stairs in her high-heeled boots.

  It was too almost too easy. Brennan slugged the pilot, and he staggered backward, hit hard against the body of the chopper, and slid to the ground. The call girl who’d been clutching his arm teetered precariously, her arms windmilling vigorously, then Brennan steadied her with a hand on her rump.

  “Hey!” she complained, either at the placement of Brennan’s hand or his treatment of the pilot.

  “Change in plan,” Brennan told them. “Go on home.”

  They regarded him suspiciously. The one on the stairs spoke. “We haven’t been paid yet.”

  Brennan smiled his best smile. “You haven’t been killed yet, either.” He reached for his wallet, emptied it of cash. “Cab fare,” he said, handing the bills over.

  The three glanced at each other, at Brennan, then back at each other. The one climbed down the stairs, and hunched over against the cold, walked away muttering. The others followed.

  Brennan hauled the pilot into the chopper cabin. He was out cold, but his pulse was steady and strong. Brennan stared at him for a moment. The man, after all, was nothing to him, not even an enemy. He was just someone who happened to be in the way. Brennan took a ball of strong twine from his jumpsuit pocket, bound him, gagged him, and left him on the floor of the cabin. He stripped off his dirty jumpsuit, wadded it up, and flung it in a corner. He moved through the cabin into the cockpit and slid into the pilot’s seat.

  “I’m off,” he said to the empty air, but those listening on the chosen frequency heard him and started on their own way to Southampton.

  Brennan hadn’t piloted a chopper in more than ten years, and this was a commercial rather than a military model, but the old skills returned quickly to his hands. He asked for and received takeoff clearance, and scrupulously following the flight plan he’d found on a clipboard in the cabin, soon left behind the million twinkling jewels that were New York City.

  Flying
over Long Island in the cold, clear night gave him a fresh, clean feeling that he lost himself in. All too soon, however, Covello’s brightly lit private helipad was below him. As he settled down as gently as a feather, a guard carrying an assault rifle waved at him. Brennan sighed. He shook the clean feeling of the night sky from his brain. It was time to get back to work.

  The guard sauntered casually toward the chopper. Brennan waited until he was half a dozen steps away, then he leaned out the cockpit window and shot him in the head with his silenced Browning. No one saw him enter the mansion through the door in the roof, no one saw him flit from room to room, as quiet and purposeful as a haunting spirit.

  He found Covello in a library that had rows and rows of unread books that had been bought by the mansion’s interior decorator because of their matched bindings. The don, whom Brennan recognized from his photo in Fadeout’s dossier, was shooting pool with his consuláre while a man who was obviously a bodyguard watched silently.

  Covello missed an easy cushion shot, swore to himself, then looked up. He frowned at Brennan. “Who the hell are you?”

  Brennan said nothing. He raised his gun and shot the astonished bodyguard. Covello started to scream in a curiously high-pitched, womanish voice, and the consuláre swung at Brennan with his poolstick. Brennan ducked out of the way and put three slugs in the consuláre’s chest, blowing him over the pool table. He shot the don in the back as he was running for the door.

  Covello was still breathing as Brennan stood over him. There was a pleading look in his eyes and he tried to speak. Brennan wanted to finish him with a shot to the head, but couldn’t. He had orders.

  He pulled a small black nylon sack from his back pocket, and a knife, much longer and heavier than the one he usually carried, from the belt sheath at the small of his back.

  He was on the clock now. Covello’s screams had certainly aroused the household, and he had little time before more goons would arrive. He bent down. The dying don closed his eyes in unutterable horror at the sight of the knife in Brennan’s hands.

  The man wasn’t his enemy, but neither would his death be a great loss to society. Still, as he cut through Covello’s throat, leaning hard on the blade to sever the spinal cord, Brennan couldn’t help but feel that he deserved a cleaner death. That no one deserved a death like this.

  He lifted Covello’s head by his oiled hair and dropped it in the nylon bag. Moving quickly, he went back through the corridors that led to the roof and waiting chopper. He moved quickly and quietly, but he was seen.

  A Mafia soldier let out a wild burst of gunfire and shouted to his companions. The burst didn’t come close to hitting Brennan, but he knew now they were on his trail. He moved faster, running down corridors and up stairs. Once he blundered into a group of men. He had no idea who they were, and they looked surprised and not a little bewildered at the commotion. He emptied the Browning’s clip at them as he charged, and they scattered without offering resistence as the sounds of pursuit drew closer and closer.

  He spoke aloud to unseen listeners without breaking stride. “I’ve got the package and I’m coming home. I need backup.” He reached into his vest pocket, dropped something to the carpet, and ran on.

  A fluttering sheet of delicate paper, intricately folded into a small, complicated shape, fell from his hand. He didn’t look back, but he heard the challenging roar of a big cat, terribly loud in the close confines of the corridor, reverberate and echo endlessly as it mixed with the sounds of gunfire and the screams of terrified men.

  The route he flew to the small Suffolk County airport was on no authorized flight plan, and the flight itself was not as exhilarating with the stained and leaking black bag keeping him company on the copilot’s seat.

  Fadeout and Whiskers were waiting at the airport with a limo.

  “How’d it go?”

  “As planned.” Brennan held out the bag and Whiskers took it.

  Fadeout nodded. “Wrap it up in a blanket or something and put it in the trunk.” He caught Brennan’s look of disgust as Whiskers hustled off. He shrugged. “Yeah, it gets to me, too, sometimes. Deadhead is a useful tool, though. Think of all the inside info he’ll pick up from Covello’s brain.”

  “I thought Deadhead was working on another problem,” Brennan said casually. “Some ace named Wraith?”

  “Oh, that?” Fadeout waved a hand. “He solved it. Wraith apparently didn’t like Gruber too much. Never even told him her real name. But she did let her birthday slip once. And Deadhead is a talented sketch artist—hard to think of him as having any real human qualities. We have deep connections in a lot of government agencies, the DMV, for example. Her birthday and Deadhead’s sketch will be enough to nail that bitch to the wall.”

  A wave of fear washed through Brennan, sweeping away the fatigue that weighed heavily on his body and spirit. To hide it he rubbed his face and yawned hugely.

  “Well,” he said, desperately trying to sound casual, “it sounds pretty important. I’d like to be in on it.”

  Fadeout looked at him closely, but nodded. “Sure, Cowboy. You earned it. It won’t come down for a day or two, but you look like you could sleep that long.”

  Brennan forced a grin. “I could at that.”

  They dropped Brennan at his Jokertown apartment, where he slept around the clock, then worried for another day before he got the call. It was Whiskers’s mushy voice at the other end of the line.

  “We got her name, Cowboy, and we got her address.”

  “Who’s in on it?”

  “You and me and two of my Werewolf pals. They’re watching her place now.”

  Brennan nodded. He was glad that Lazy Dragon wouldn’t be along. He had ample respect for the ace’s power and adaptability.

  “There’s a problem, though.” Whiskers hesitated. “She can turn into a ghost or something and walk right through walls and shit, so we can’t even really threaten her.”

  Brennan smiled. Jennifer was extraordinarily difficult to deal with.

  “Fadeout’s got a plan though. We break into her place and see if we can find this book he’s looking for. If not, we can try to deal with her. Buy it back or something. Then,” Whiskers said, some satisfaction in his voice, “she can always catch a bullet in the back of her head sometime. She ain’t always going to be a ghost.”

  “Good plan,” Brennan made himself say. And it was. They knew her name. They knew where to find her. He had to do something or she wouldn’t live out the month, even if they turned over the diary. His mind raced. “I’ll meet you in an hour, at her place. Give me the address.”

  “Right, Cowboy. You know, it’s too bad she can turn into a ghost. She’s real good-looking. We could have a real party with her.”

  “Yeah, a real party.” Brennan hung up after Whiskers gave him directions to the apartment. He stared at nothing for a moment, marshaling all his Zen training to calm his mind, to soothe his racing pulse. He needed calmness, not a brain drenched in hate, anger, and fear. Part of him wondered at his strong reaction to Whiskers’s news. Part of him knew the reason, but the biggest part told him to forget it for now, to bury it and examine it later. There was a way out of this mess … there had to be.…

  He sunk his consciousness in the pool of being, seeking knowledge through perfect tranquility, and when he brought his mind back from zazen, he had his answer. It was Kien, and what he knew of the man, his fears, his strengths, his weaknesses.

  Some of the details would be tricky, and painful, to work out. He picked up the phone, dialed a number. It rang, then he heard the sound of her voice on the other end of the line: “Hello?” He held the phone tightly, realizing that he had missed her voice, and despite the circumstances, he was glad to hear it again. “Hello?”

  “Hello, Jennifer. We have, to talk…”

  Snow was falling in blinding sheets and the wind was roaring like lost souls through the gray city canyons. Somehow winter seemed colder here than in the mountains, Brennan thought, colder and dirti
er and lonelier. The maskless Werewolves, dressed as maintenance men, were waiting in the lobby of Jennifer’s apartment building. One was tall and thin with acne-scarred cheeks. His joker deformities were hidden by the baggy coveralls he wore. The other was short and thin, his deformity evident in his sharply twisted spine that rotated his torso abnormally from his hips. Whiskers and Brennan, also wearing coveralls, stamped the snow from their boots.

  “Cold as hell,” Whiskers offered. “She’s gone?” he asked in a low whisper.

  The tall and thin one nodded. “She left no more’n ten minutes ago. Caught a cab.”

  “Okay, let’s do it.”

  No one saw them go up to Jennifer’s apartment. Her front door yielded easily to the Werewolves’ burglary tools. Brennan told himself that he’d have to speak to her about that, if, he amended, they were both still around when this caper was finished.

  “We’ll toss the bedroom first,” Whiskers said as they entered the apartment. He stopped and frowned at the bookshelf-lined walls. “Shit, finding a book in this will be like looking for a needle in a goddamned haystack.”

  He led the way into a small bedroom that contained a single bed, a nightstand with a lamp, an ancient wardrobe, and more bookshelves.

  “We’ll have to check all those damn books,” Whiskers said. “One might be hollowed out or something.”

  “Jeez, Whiskers,” the short and thin Werewolf said, “you’ve seen too many mov—”

  He stopped, stared, as a tall, slim, good-looking blonde in a black string bikini stepped out of the wall. She wavered, solidified, and pointed a silenced pistol at them. She smiled. “Freeze,” she said.

  They froze, more in astonishment than fear.

  Whiskers swallowed. “Hey, we, we just want to talk. We were sent by important people.”

  The woman nodded. “I know.”

  “You know?” Whiskers asked, bewildered.

  “I told her.”

 

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