The Emperor's Tomb

THIRTY-FIVE

MALONE RUBBED HIS WRISTS AND ALLOWED THE CIRCULATION to return. The police had bound them too hard. Perhaps they were pissed about the museum, thinking him the culprit? But they were wrong. The culprit was standing a few feet away beside his new benefactor.

“You told me you worked for Karl Tang and the Chinese,” Cassiopeia said to Viktor.

“I do. But I’m there because of the Russians.”

Malone shook his head. “Same as in Central Asia. Working for us, them, then us, then them. Hell, I don’t see how you keep it straight.”

“I’m a talented individual,” Viktor said, adding a smile. “I’ve even worked for her.” And he pointed at Stephanie.

Stephanie shrugged. “I used him on a couple of freelance assignments. Say what you want, but he does a good job.”

“Last time, he almost got us killed,” Malone pointed out. “I went in there blind, thinking he was on our side.”

“I was,” Viktor added.

“Is good agent,” Ivan said. “Is close to Karl Tang, right where we want him.”

Which explained how Ivan had such square-on intelligence about what was happening to Cassiopeia. But Malone had to ask, “What did you need us for?”

“Tang involved you,” Viktor said. “I told him to leave you alone.”

Ivan shook his head. “I not ask Stephanie to get in my business. Her idea, not mine. I hire Viktor for job. He do job well.”

“Sokolov’s son is the important thing,” Cassiopeia said. “He’s why I’m here. And I need to get going.”

Stephanie grabbed Cassiopeia’s arm. “Like hell. Look around you. There’s a museum burning to the ground, three men are dead. And by the way, which one of you killed them?”

Malone raised his hand. “I shot one. But I was being nice.”

“Meaning you shot him after you set him on fire?” Stephanie asked.

He shrugged. “Call me crazy, but it’s the kind of guy I am.”

“Viktor killed the other two,” Cassiopeia added.

Malone heard the gratitude in her voice, which bothered him.

“What of this lamp?” Ivan asked Cassiopeia. “Do you find it?”

“I had it, but it’s gone,” Malone said.

He told them what happened in the garden. Ivan seemed agitated—things apparently weren’t going according to plan.

“Must have the lamp,” the Russian declared. “We need to know who is the man in garden.”

“It’s not hard,” Cassiopeia said. “The archer, that thief in the garden, they were Pau Wen’s men. He has the lamp. Again.”

“How do you know that?” Stephanie asked.

Cassiopeia repeated what the archer had said.

Ivan faced Malone. “When it falls does lamp stay together?”

“The thing was made of bronze. It was fine. But I used the oil inside to take care of the man I killed.”

Ivan’s brow creased. “Oil is gone?”

He nodded. “Burned up.”

“Then we are all in trouble. Karl Tang not want the lamp. He want oil inside.”

TANG WATCHED DAWN BREAK TO THE EAST, THE FIRST SHAFTS of sunlight brightening the sky from violet, to salmon, to blue. His helicopter was rising into the early-morning air, their destination Lanzhou, four hundred kilometers to the west, but still inside Gansu province.

He felt invigorated.

The conversation with Pau Wen had gone well. Another element completed. Now it was time to deal with Lev Sokolov.

What that man knew could well determine all of their futures.

“IT’S YOUR OWN FAULT,” MALONE SAID TO IVAN. “IF YOU’D TOLD us the truth, that wouldn’t have happened.”

“Why is that particular oil so critical?” Stephanie asked, and Malone heard the interest in her voice.

Ivan shook his head. “Is important. To Tang. To Sokolov. To us.”

“Why?”

A broad smile creased the Russian’s pudgy cheeks. “Oil is from long ago. Direct sample from the earth. It stays in tomb for over two thousand years. Then it stays in lamp till tonight.”

“How do you know that?” Malone asked.

“We only know,” Viktor said, “what Karl Tang said. He told me the lamp was removed from an excavation by Pau Wen back in the 1970s and has stayed in Pau’s possession ever since. The dragon’s mouth was sealed with beeswax.”

Malone nodded. “Until the fire. Which your men started.”

“Against my wishes,” Viktor said.

“That’s not what you told them when you arrived. You said to get the gasoline, just in case.”

“Ever heard of playing a part?” Viktor asked. “Tang ordered us to retrieve the lamp and mask any evidence we were there. If we got in and out cleanly, then there would have been no need. Of course, I had no idea that we were going to have this wonderful reunion.”

Malone saw the defeat on Cassiopeia’s face.

“Sokolov’s son is gone,” she said to him. “No oil. No lamp.”

“But none of this makes sense,” he said.

“We need to pay Pau a visit.”

He nodded. “I agree. But we also need some rest. You look like you’re about to drop. I’m tired, too.”

“That little boy is depending on me.”

He saw resolve re-form in Cassiopeia’s eyes.

“I will make contact with Pau,” Ivan said.

Malone shook his head. “Really bad idea. What do you think you can learn? Cassiopeia’s been there. She owes him. We have a reason to show up.”

“I do not like that plan. Look what happen last time I listen to you.”

“He probably is thinking himself clever at the moment,” Cassiopeia said. “One of those people down the street watching this spectacle is surely working for Pau. So he knows I’m alive.”

He caught what she hadn’t voiced.

And one of his men isn’t.

“I want to know all about Pau Wen,” Malone said to Stephanie. “Before we go. You think you can get us some quick background?”

She nodded.

He stared at Ivan. “We’ll find out what we need to know.”

The burly Russian nodded. “Okay. Give try.”

“I have to leave,” Viktor said.

Malone motioned with his arms. “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.”

Cassiopeia blocked Viktor’s path. “Not before you tell me where Sokolov’s child is. You told me you knew.”

“I lied, so you’d take me with you.”

“Where is the child?” she asked, the plea in her voice clear.

But Viktor seemed unmoved. “I really don’t know.” He faced Ivan. “Tang will want to hear from me. Of course, his men are dead and I don’t have the lamp. That’s not going to make him happy.”

“Get back to him,” Ivan said. “Do what you do best.”

“Lie.” Malone couldn’t resist.

“I can handle Tang,” Viktor said. “But there’s something you people should know.”

Malone was listening.

“Tang ordered a strike on Pau Wen. He may not even be alive.”

“And you’re just now mentioning this?” Malone asked.

“You know, Malone, I’ve only been around you a few minutes, but I’ve already had enough.”

“You’re welcome to take your best shot.”

“Settle this later,” Stephanie said. “Right now, I’m concerned about this Pau Wen. Cotton, you and Cassiopeia check him out. I’ll get what you need, and Ivan and I will wait to hear from you. Viktor, go do what you have to do.”

“Who die and make you in charge?” Ivan asked.

“We don’t have time to argue.”

And he saw that Ivan agreed.

Malone watched as Viktor hustled off among the parked cars.

“You could have been a little easier on him,” Cassiopeia said. “He’s in a tough spot.”

Malone could not care less. “He didn’t save my life. Twice.”