The Last Assassin

Like they say in the ads, don’t leave home without it.”
    We ordered burgers and Guinness stouts. While we ate, I briefed him on everything: Midori, and my role in her father’s death; my last night with her in Tokyo; Tatsu’s revelation about the baby; what was going on with Delilah. Everything.
    “Damn, man, my first impulse is to congratulate you,” he said, when I was done. “But you seem so ambivalent I don’t know what to say.”
    “How would you react?”
    “Well, that’s a fair question. I’ve had a few scares along the way, but they all seemed to resolve themselves before I really had a chance to panic.”
    “So you were on the verge of panic at the prospect, and you’re giving me a hard time for being ambivalent at the reality?”
    He smiled. “Not a hard time. Just trying to be sensitive to what you’re going through. Underneath this rugged exterior I’m actually a caring and compassionate man.”
    “I don’t know what I’m going through.”
    “Well, what do you want to do?”
    “I need to see her. And the baby. But with Yamaoto’s people watching her…it’s complicated.”
    “What’s with you and this Yamaoto again?”
    “He’s a politician with his fingers in everything in Japan—construction kickbacks, bribery, prostitution, narcotics, extortion, you name it. Close ties to the yakuza. In fact, he is yakuza. They take orders from him, not the other way around. The politics is just a hobby he can use to indulge his right-wing convictions and convince himself that all the crime is really for a noble purpose.”
    He scratched his head. “And you met Midori through him?”
    “Sort of. He was the one who hired me to take out her father, although at the time I didn’t even know I was on his payroll. I met Midori by a coincidence after that, and when I learned Yamaoto was gunning for her, too, I stopped him. Midori and I…for a while we were on the run together. It was…I don’t know, it was just one of those crazy things that happen.”
    He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve had a few of those.”
    “Anyway, apparently Yamaoto is still unhappy about the damage I did to him when we locked horns. It’s become a grudge.”
    “He’s in Japan but he’s got people here?”
    “He’s getting help from the triads. The Chinese mob has a bigger presence in New York than the yakuza.”
    “Haven’t those triad boys been moving into Japan, too?”
    “Yeah. There’s a long-running struggle in Tokyo between the yakuza and the triads there. They both want the drug and prostitution trades for themselves. Yamaoto must be ceding something to the triads in Tokyo in return for their watching Midori in New York.”
    “All right, I get it. And you want me to help you identify the surveillance so you can circumvent it.”
    “Exactly.”
    “Well, hell, this isn’t even much of a favor. When you first called, I figured it was because you wanted to send someone on a Valhalla vacation.”
    “If that’s all it were, I could take care of it myself.”
    “Yeah, I expect you could.” He took a swallow of beer. “You know, the surveillance doesn’t really bother me. I reckon we can spot the gaps easily enough and slip you through one of them.”
    “Okay, good.”
    “But, have you thought about…you know.”
    “No, what?”
    He finished his beer and signaled the waitress to bring us a couple more. “I mean, she knows you killed her old man. I expect that’s a hard thing for a person to get over. It sure would be for me.”
    “Well, what am I supposed to do? Just pretend I don’t know there’s a child?”
    “No, I guess you can’t do that, either. It’s a complicated situation, I’ll give you that.”
    The waitress brought our beers and moved off.
    “They’ve been watching her since when?” Dox asked.
    “Since they learned about the baby. About a year. That’s what convinced them I’d come back to her.”
    He looked at me, half amused, half concerned. “Well, looks like they might have been on to something there.”
    I shrugged.
    “You thought about calling her first?” he asked. “Or sending an e-mail?”
    I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
    “You worried they’re monitoring her electronically?”
    “No, Tatsu told me they’re not. But I don’t know how she’ll react to hearing from me. It’s better if I do it in person.”
    He nodded and drained a third from the mug. “Well, she’s a jazz pianist, right? Her schedule’s public. If you wanted