The Last Assassin

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