The Last Assassin

If she said yes, she wasn’t sure what she’d be getting herself into. She’d know exactly where Yamaoto was and what was going on around him, true, but she wasn’t sure how she’d extricate herself when the moment was right. Well, she’d figure something out.
    “Kyoko,” she said, “do you think I should join them?”
    Kyoko sighed. “Mr. Kuro will treat it as the interview you came for. And if you make Mr. Liu happy, I can’t imagine you wouldn’t get the job.”
    “Then with pleasure I will join all of them. Again, their names are Liu, Kuro, Yamaoto?” If they hadn’t understood already, Rain and Dox would get it now.
    “That’s right. Now, they know you’re only an applicant, so they won’t expect you to know everything about the club, our procedures, that kind of thing. So no need to be nervous. Come, I’ll introduce you.”
    Kyoko took Delilah into the main room. It was more crowded than the night before, perhaps because it was later now, perhaps because Saturday was just a busier night. About sixty people, Delilah estimated, two-thirds of them hostesses.
    In the far corner, in the booth adjacent to the emergency exit, sat Big Liu, Big Liu’s associate, Kuro, and Yamaoto. She was surprised by that—she had expected them to use one of the private rooms. But no, of course, Big Liu was obviously a lecher; he would want to sit wherever he could best drink in the parade of beauty around him. And Yamaoto probably wanted to indulge him, to use Big Liu’s own appetites to distract the man from whatever concessions they were trying to wring from him. After all, that’s why they were meeting here to begin with.
    Two of the bodyguards, one Chinese, one Japanese, sat across from each other in the outer seats of the adjacent booth. They were watching the room carefully, and each other as well. Understandable, under the circumstances. Their organizations were on the brink, and if Yamaoto and Big Liu failed to reach some understanding tonight, the meeting could end in a war. Delilah glanced across the room and saw the other two in the opposite corner, where they would have a different angle on the principals and a clear field of fire.
    As Kyoko and Delilah neared the table, Big Liu stood and smiled. Damn, the man was eager.
    “Gentlemen,” Kyoko said. “This is Laure. She came tonight only to interview for a position, but is so flattered by your kind attention that she would be pleased to join you for a drink.”
    “Yes, please,” Big Liu said, shaking Delilah’s hand a little too vigorously. He turned to his associate and spoke a few words in Chinese. The man slid out, expressionless, and sat down with the adjacent bodyguards. Well, Big Liu’s priorities were certainly clear.
    Big Liu turned his attention back to Delilah. “I am Liu,” he said, shaking her hand again. “But please, call me Big Liu.”
    “Yes, Big Liu,” Delilah replied, the Parisian accent thick. “Enchantée.”
    “Ah, you are French,” Big Liu said.
    “Yes, French. My English…please pardon, I am still learning…”
    “So am I!” Big Liu exclaimed with a florid wave of his hands, then laughed as though this was the funniest thing in the world.
    Delilah turned to Yamaoto and Kuro. They both bowed their heads in welcome. Delilah reached for Yamaoto’s hand. “You are…Mr. Yamaoto?” she said.
    “Yamaoto,” he said, shaking her hand perfunctorily. She sensed he was tolerating her presence simply to indulge Big Liu. And, presumably, to distract him.
    Delilah turned to Kuro and extended her hand. “And you, Mr. Kuro?”
    “Hai,” he said, shaking her hand.
    “Thank you, inviting me at your table,” she said, for Rain and Dox’s benefit.
    “Please, please,” Big Liu said, gesturing to the bench. Delilah slid in, across from Kuro and diagonal to Yamaoto, and Big Liu sat down next to her.
    Kyoko bowed and left them. Delilah smiled and thought, Here we go.

37
    L ISTENING TO DELILAH’S PROGRESS inside the club, I was both pleased and concerned. Pleased that things had turned out so that she was in a position to report precisely on Yamaoto’s position. But concerned that she was closer than was ideal. Certainly she had lost some freedom to maneuver. Sure, she could excuse herself to use the restroom, but what if something held her up on the way? Or if, when she went to do it, Big Liu decided to tag along so he could speak to her privately, make a pass, whatever? There were a dozen ways this unexpected