The Last Assassin

bit of my back tonight.'
    Dox blinked and his cheeks flushed crimson. 'What I meant was…'
    She leaned over and kissed his cheek. 'I know what you meant. And thank you.'
    He looked at me and said, 'I have good bones, you know.' Then he closed the door and was gone.
    I drove off. Delilah said, 'There's one thing. I didn't want to say in front of Dox, because I can tell he feels bad he didn't finish Yamaoto.'
    'What is it?'
    'Yamaoto got ahold of me at one point, and I slashed him twice across the arm with the Hideaway. That might have been part of the blood on the street, I don't know.'
    I nodded, feeling grim. 'Well, we'll find out.'
    'Yeah.'
    I parked on a quiet side street near the New Otani, her new hotel. 'I would walk you,' I said, 'but we still need to be careful about being seen together. Especially now.'
    She started to answer, but then one of us or maybe both of us leaned in and we were kissing like a pair of drowning victims getting their first taste of air.
    She pulled me into the back of the van, where Dox still had his mattress pad laid out. The jacket I'd thrown over her shoulders came off easily. And the dress was half gone anyway. I hiked what was left of it up to her belly while she kissed me and got my pants open. We were breathing hard and my head was pounding and when I touched her and felt how wet she was it drove everything else from my mind. She pushed me back onto the mattress pad and there was no time to get her panties down her legs so I just pulled, hard, and they were gone. She leaned over and straddled me and then I was inside her and I'd never felt anything so good. I thought,
Fuck, not again, not without a condom,
and it was the most fleeting and inconsequential thought I've ever had in my life.
    It was as brief as it was furious. Our hands were everywhere and we never stopped kissing. When she came, she groaned something in Hebrew, groaned it right into my mouth, and I came with her.
    I settled back onto the mattress pad, spent. She stayed as she was, looking down at me, hands on my shoulders.
    'I like when you do that,' I said, looking into her eyes, gray in the interior gloom of the van.
    'What?'
    'Talk in Hebrew.'
    She nodded. 'You make me.'
    I watched her. The last time I'd seen her kill someone, she got the shakes afterward. But that had been her first time. It gets easier after that.
    'You all right?' I said.
    She nodded. 'I shouldn't be, I guess, but I am.'
    I reached up and touched her cheek. 'I can't… I don't know how to thank you for what you did tonight. For everything you've done.'
    She said nothing.
    'I don't know what's going to happen,' I told her. 'I do know I don't want to lose you.'
    'That's up to you,' she said, her eyes down. 'It always has been.'
    We stayed like that for another minute. I thought about Midori again. I could call her and tell her everything, make her understand how bad it was and convince her to move someplace with Koichiro, at least until I'd settled this.
    But that would be it for us. I knew it. Whatever tenuous possibility of rapprochement she had hinted at in New York would be extinguished like a flickering ember under a boot heel.
    And Yamaoto was wounded now, wasn't he? Hell, for all I knew he had just finished bleeding out in the back of his limousine. Or he was in emergency surgery somewhere. Any minute now I might get news from Tatsu about where to get to him. Nothing was going to happen to Midori and Koichiro just this moment. I could wait a little while longer, see how the situation with Yamaoto played out. If I learned he'd made it, if it seemed I couldn't finish him, I could warn Midori then.
    We pulled on what was left of our clothes. I said, 'A lot of people saw you at the club. With Big Liu dead and Yamaoto wounded, they're all going to be in disarray. But Kuro's still at large. You have to be careful.'
    She smiled. 'I know.'
    'Sorry. I just…'
    'I know,' she said again, and kissed me.
    She got out of the van and I watched her until she had turned off the street. Then I drove to find a new hotel.

45

    I checked into a business hotel in Shinjuku and took a shower and then a long, hot bath. It didn't do much to relax me. I couldn't stop thinking. The thoughts weren't good.
    What if Yamaoto didn't wind up in a hospital? What would it mean? A guy that powerful would have doctors on the payroll, people who could patch a bullet hole without involving the authorities. Maybe one of them was making a house call right now. But from what