Killing Rain

into a shooting gallery. That said players were good and might have been CIA.”
    “What did they say to that?”
    “Like I said, they were concerned. But they’ll verify the body count easily enough. It’s in all the English-language Philippine newspapers today.”
    “You checked?”
    I nodded. “Spent the morning online.”
    “Well, what do the papers say?”
    “One dead Filipino, two dead foreigners whose identities are being checked. Witnesses seem to think there were two shooters. Both Asian.”
    He smiled. “Both Asian, huh?”
    I nodded. “Even in the best of circumstances, people don’t see straight. Add adrenal stress, they don’t remember what the hell they saw. They could be searching for Martians right now. Boaz and Gil are looking into the dead men’s identities, too. When they learn more, they’ll tell us. In the meantime, we just have to monitor the situation and wait.”
    The waiter brought over our food and departed.
    Poo nim turned out to be sautéed soft-shelled crab. Dox hadn’t been exaggerating. It was excellent, soft and fresh and redolent of basil.
    “I think they were Agency,” Dox said.
    “They could have been, I don’t know. You didn’t see them before heading into the bathroom?”
    “Sure, I saw them. They were sitting in the food court, just the two of them. But they didn’t look like hitters to me. Although I admit I might have been distracted by what was going on with Manny and the bodyguard, and not paying attention to the little signs like I might have otherwise. What about you?”
    “The same. Damn, they were low-key, I’ll give them that.” I dug into the crab. “My guess is they were hooked up with Manny in some way. They weren’t there to harm him, otherwise they would have looked to drop him as he exited the bathroom, like I did. They were trying to protect him.”
    “Yeah, I kind of picked up on that. More bodyguards?”
    “Maybe. But we hadn’t seen them earlier. I think they were there for a meeting.”
    “With Manny?”
    “Yeah. They didn’t look like locals, so figure they were staying at a hotel—maybe the Peninsula, the Mandarin Oriental, the Shangri-La. They’re all a stone’s throw from the Ayala Center, and that’s where Manny took his family for lunch, even though Greenhills shopping center would have been closer.”
    “So he has lunch with the family, says good-bye, the woman and the boy leave, and he gets down to business with the people who are waiting for him.”
    “Yes. And when they see a huge, goateed, dangerous-looking guy busting into the bathroom along with Manny’s bodyguard, they realize something’s going down. They go in, too.”
    He nodded. “Well, I’ll buy that. They were cool and their tactics were good. And like you said, they wore their cover well. I didn’t make them until it was too late. That’s my fault, man, and I’m sorry. I told you, you saved my life there, you really did.”
    I wanted to tell him the truth—that by bursting in as he had, Dox had saved my life, not the reverse.
    Instead I said, “The thing is, we still don’t know for sure who they were. Who they were with. Why they were meeting Manny. If we knew those things, we might get a second chance.”
    “You think we could still get that close?”
    “Depends. I hate to leave things unfinished, though.”
    He laughed. “You mean like an uncashed paycheck?”
    I nodded. “That’s part of it. And letting Boaz and Gil know that I’m still after Manny gives me an excuse to be in touch with them, and an opportunity to continue to evaluate them.”
    “To make sure they haven’t changed their minds about just letting the whole thing go.”
    “Of course. And they’re also a potential channel of information.”
    “About who those shooters were.”
    “Etcetera.”
    We ate quietly for a few minutes. Then Dox said, “There’s one thing I want to ask you.”
    I raised my eyebrows and looked at him.
    “When I got in there, I was surprised Manny was still vertical. I know what you can do up close with your hands. You were alone with him for long enough.”
    I didn’t say anything.
    “You going to tell me what happened?” he asked.
    I looked away. “I don’t know, exactly.”
    “Are you leveling with me, partner?” I heard him say.
    I paused, then said, “I don’t know. He came in, his back was to me, I moved out of the stall. Then you told me the boy was coming. I went to move back into the stall before the boy came in, but I