The Stone Monkey

carrying a yellow bag with my store’s name on it. He—Wait, sir. My money!”
    But Li was sprinting out of the store.
    Outside, he turned to the left and jogged down the street. He looked around frantically. Then, about a hundred meters away he saw a man of medium build, with short, dark hair, carrying a yellow shopping bag. His gait was familiar; Li remembered it from the ship. Yes, Li thought, his heart stuttering with excitement, it’s the Ghost.
    He supposed he should try to call Loaban or Hongse. But he couldn’t risk the man’s escaping. Li started after him, gripping the pistol in his pocket.
    Sprinting, breathless, he closed the distance quickly. He was gasping loudly and as he got nearer, the Ghost paused. As he started to look behind him Li ducked behind aDumpster. When he looked out again the snakehead was continuing through the deserted alley.
    In Liu Guoyuan, Sonny Li had a pale blue uniform, white gloves and a hat with a patent-leather brim. But here he looked like a busboy. He had nothing on him to indicate that he was working with the New York Police Department and Lincoln Rhyme. He was concerned that if someone saw him arrest the Ghost they would think that he himself was an attacker, a bandit, and the police would arrest him, and the snakehead would escape in the confusion.
    And so Li decided to take the man here, in the deserted alley.
    When the Ghost turned down one more alley, Li made certain that no one was around and simply sprinted forward as fast as he could run, the pistol outstretched in his hand.
    Before the snakehead realized he was being pursued, Sonny Li was on him, grabbing his collar and shoving his gun into the man’s back.
    The killer dropped the yellow bag and started to reach under his shirt. But Li pressed his gun against the Ghost’s neck. “Don’t move.” He took a large pistol from his prisoner’s belt and slipped it into his own pocket. Then he roughly spun the snakehead around to face him. “Kwan Ang,” he intoned then recited the familiar incantation: “I’m arresting you for violation of the organic laws of the People’s Republic of China.”
    But as he was about to continue the litany and present the particular offenses Li’s voice faded. He glanced at the neck of the Ghost’s shirt, which had been tugged open as he’d reached for his pistol.
    Li saw a white bandage taped to the man’s chest.
    And dangling from a leather cord around the Ghost’s neck was a soapstone amulet in the shape of a monkey.

Chapter Forty
    His eyes wide in shock, Sonny Li stepped back, holding the pistol level at the Ghost’s face.
    “You, you . . . ” he stammered.
    His thoughts were jammed as he tried to figure out what was happening. Finally he whispered, “You killed John Sung at the beach and you took his papers and the stone monkey. You’ve been pretending to be him!”
    The Ghost looked at him carefully. Then he smiled. “We’ve both been doing some masquerading, it looks like. You were one of the piglets on the Fuzhou Dragon.” He nodded. “Waiting to get me on U.S. soil to arrest me and turn me over to the police here.”
    Li understood what the man had done. He’d stolen the red Honda from the restaurant on the beach. Loaban and the police assumed he’d driven it to the city. But, no, he’d stuffed Sung’s body into the trunk and hidden it near the beach—where no one would think to look for it. Then he’d given himself a superficial wound with his own gun and swum back into the ocean, awaiting rescue by the police and the INS, who helpfully transported him into the city themselves—first to the hospital and then to the immigration hearing officer.
    Ten judges of hell, Li thought again. Hongse had no clue that the “doctor” was the snakehead himself. “Youwere using the policewoman to find out where the Changs and the Wus were.”
    The Ghost nodded. “I needed information. She was happy to provide it.” He now examined Li more closely. “Why did you do this, little man? Why did you come all the way after me?”
    “You killed three people in Liu Guoyuan, my town.”
    “Did I? I don’t remember. I was there a year ago, I think. Why did I kill them? Maybe they deserved it.”
    Sonny Li was appalled that the man didn’t even remember the deaths. “No, you and a little snakehead started shooting. You killed three bystanders.”
    “Then it was an accident.”
    “No, it was murder.”
    “Well, listen, little man, I’m tired and I don’t