The Last Assassin

21

Dox and I got back to Tokyo that afternoon. I called Tatsu on the way to let him know I would be coming by to brief him. Dox, who had remained alert and armed the rest of the night in case the sumos returned, slept for almost the entire trip. He had counted the money — or a portion of it, anyway, because there was a hell of a lot — and estimated that it was about a half-billion yen. Over four million U.S. Not a bad night's work.

It was strange to have so much cash, but even stranger was how little it seemed to mean at the moment. Not so long ago, it would have been the answer to my dreams. Independence, freedom from the life. But independence wasn't what I was after anymore, or at least not the way it had been. And the freedom I wanted involved the freedom just to see that child I had held in my arms. Money wasn't going to be enough for that. Hell, the way I was going about things, I didn't know what would be.

Just see this through, I thought. You're in it now, you have to finish it. It'll be your last, and you'll figure the rest out after.

We bought a dozen smaller bags and divided up the cash. Some of it we shipped to certain overseas mail drops we employed, some of it we parked in train station lockers, some of it we hid in our hotels. There was just too much to risk keeping it in the same place. When we were done dealing with the money, I went to see Tatsu.

I approached and entered the hospital in the same cautious manner I had used before. There were no problems. The bodyguard I had seen last time was outside Tatsu's door again. He nodded in recognition when he saw me and let me inside.

This time, Tatsu was alone, sleeping. I stood watching him for a moment. Absent the dynamism that still shone from his wakeful eyes to obscure it, the devastation the disease had wreaked upon his body was painfully apparent. He looked wasted and weak, with nothing but a lone bodyguard to defend him against a lifetime's supply of enemies.

He sighed and cleared his throat, then opened his eyes. If he was surprised to see me standing there, he gave no indication of it.

'Checking to make sure I'm still here?' he asked, with a wry smile.

'Just wondering what your wife ever saw in you.'

He chuckled. 'For that, you have to look under the sheets.'

That wasn't like him. I laughed and said, 'I'll take your word for it,' and he laughed, too.

I sat in the chair next to the bed and leaned close so I could keep my voice down. 'There's something I have to tell you,' I said.

'Yes?'

'Next time I go after two of Yamaoto's men, if you know they're hundred-and-fifty-kilo sumo wrestlers, don't be afraid to mention it. It might be relevant.'

He laughed. 'Some things get past even me.'

'Yeah, you're slipping. But it went well anyway.'

'Yes, I've already heard.'

Tatsu. He might have been down, but he was far from out. I raised my eyebrows and he went on.

'My informant tells me the two men who went to pick up the shipment in Wajima last night haven't checked in.'

'Really.'

Tatsu briefed me on what seemed to have gone down in Wajima. His information was accurate, and I told him so.

'The Chinese are livid,' he went on. 'They're squeezing Yamaoto hard.'

'Yamaoto's response?'

'Stalling for time. He told the Chinese he's looking everywhere for his two men and will find a way to straighten this out.'

'Are the Chinese going to buy that?'

'Not for long.'

I nodded. 'What do you think Yamaoto's going to do?'

Tatsu shrugged. 'Kill Kito and Sanada. Either they'll come in trying to explain or Yamaoto will find them. He doesn't have much choice.'

'You think he'll be able to find them? They're going to know what's coming.'

'They might come in. They could be stupid, and they're certainly feeling desperate. But even if they don't, Yamaoto will know all their acquaintances, all the places they might try to hide. And from what you've told me, they're not exactly inconspicuous men.'

He stopped, and I could tell the talking was tiring him out. He pulled an oxygen cannula up from his chest and adjusted it under his nose. 'I hate this fucking thing,' he grumbled.

I helped him with the oxygen. 'So everything we're trying to get going here,' I said, 'Yamaoto could bring it to a halt if he gets to the sumos.'

He looked at me, but said nothing. I knew what he was doing. He wanted it to come from me, so I would feel that I wasn't being manipulated, that I was making my own decisions. Which is, of course, the most artful manipulation of all.

But none of that changed the basic facts. 'Of course, if the yakuza were to come under attack in the meantime…' I said.

Tatsu nodded. 'Yamaoto would look foolish and weak. He would have no choice but to hit back. Positions on both sides would harden after that.'

'What if he suspected he was being set up, though?'

'He probably already does. But what can he do? As things get worse, there will be a few cool heads on both sides, certainly. There always are. But cool heads rarely prevail in the midst of ongoing bloodshed. Especially when the bloodshed is accompanied by the kind of nationalistic antagonism that has lately worsened in China and Japan. Think of it. Chinese upstarts, killing yakuza with impunity on the yakuza's own turf? It would be intolerable to Yamaoto's rank and file. After that, the reaction will no longer require a catalyst. It will have taken on a life of its own. Yamaoto won't be able to stop it.'

'All right. But how does this get me to him?'

'If you start taking out Yamaoto's lieutenants, you will force him to assume greater day-to-day control over his operations. This would bring him into the open.'

'Won't he just appoint new lieutenants?'

Tatsu gave me his trademark look of long-suffering patience in the face of impossibly slow minds. 'This isn't General Electric, Rain-san. Men like Yamaoto don't have strong succession plans. They're afraid it would make it more likely that someone would succeed them.'

'But eventually…'

'Yes, eventually Yamaoto would fill the positions, but in the midst of a war with the Chinese he would have to do things himself. And if Yamaoto were to die during the course of that war, who's to say who actually killed him? Perhaps the Chinese. Perhaps disaffected or grasping elements of Yamaoto's own organization. There would be suspicion all around, but none of it directed at you. United Bamboo would have no reason to link the deaths of the two Chinese in New York with Yamaoto's death in Japan. Neither would anyone else. This could be your last job. You'd be free afterward.'

I thought for a moment. 'If it really does look like a war is starting, wouldn't that make Yamaoto more careful? If we drive him underground, the situation gets harder for us, not easier.'

'If Yamaoto goes underground in the face of Chinese provocations, he'll risk being overthrown from within. Beyond that, someone has to manage his operations if they become disrupted. There are too many players who would like to take over for themselves.'

Tatsu coughed. He pointed to the counter next to the bed and said, 'Hand me that water, will you?'

I gave it to him and he sipped from it through a straw for a minute, then handed it back to me with a nod of thanks.

'The main thing is this,' he said. 'Right now, Yamaoto is physically secure because nothing is moving around him. If you want to create opportunities, you have to create movement. In shoring up other positions on the playing board, he would necessarily be weakening his own.'

I nodded, seeing inside his shrunken body the thriving spirit of manipulation I had always resented and admired.

As if reading my thoughts, he said, 'I want all this for myself, Rain-san. I'm not afraid of dying, only of dying with my work left undone. But I also want it for you. I want you to have the chance for a life with your family.'

'When this is over.'

He nodded, conceding my point. 'When this is over.'