"I want to come home with you, Gi. Vicky's at school so I was hoping maybe we could…"
"Talk?"
"Yes. Talk. And do other stuff."
"Other stuff?"
"Other stuff."
"I am in need of other stuff, Jack. Especially after being here. I need to lose myself for a little while."
"Me too."
She smiled that smile. "Goody."
Hideo had wanted to search further through the police database last night but the need for sleep and the time zone change had caught up with him. He'd awakened late this morning fully refreshed and ready for the next step.
His target was anyone connected with Hugh Gerrish. First was to search for a list of "known associates," but he could find no such list. Perhaps because Gerrish had never been a fugitive. He had served no jail time, so there was no cellmate Hideo could look up.
He went back to the crime itself and found the arrest record. His spirits lifted as he read through it: Gerrish had not been alone on the break and enter. He'd been captured along with a man named Alonzo Cooter.
Hideo searched the database for that name and found the mug shot. A beefy, surly black face stared back at him. Not a cooperative face. The belligerence in his eyes said he was not a man who would frighten easily.
But that was what the yakuza were for.
He called for Kenji, then hit the print button. While he was waiting, Hideo found Cooter's last known address—he hoped it was good—and printed that screen too. Then he scanned through Kaze Group's properties in the five boroughs. Cooter lived in the South Bronx. Kaze owned a boarded-up building awaiting demolition near Yankee Stadium. Cooter lived less than a mile away.
"Takita-san," Kenji said with a quick bow upon arrival.
Hideo wrote the building's address on one of the printouts, then handed him the sheets.
"Find this man. Bring him to this address. Then call me."
Another quick bow and Kenji was gone.
Hideo nodded. Complications had been encountered and overcome. Soon he would be talking to Hugh Gerrish.
Now… if only he could find the ronin.
He called up the mystery man's photo and stared at it, trying to devise a way to track him down.
And he would. Hideo was sure of it.
"As nice as that was, it's not an explanation."
Gia lay to his left on the bed, head on hand, propped on an elbow, gazing at him as she trailed fingers through his chest hair.
Jack laughed. "Nice? Nice? It was fantastic. At least for me."
He wasn't kidding. He loved pleasuring her with his fingertips, his lips, his tongue, and she'd experienced a couple of little deaths along the way, but after they'd fitted themselves together, Gia had taken over with an uncharacteristic hunger that left him feeling as if he'd been dissected organ by organ and then reassembled.
She smiled. "Okay, it was fantastic for me too."
"What did you do to me?"
"I'm not sure. It's kind of fuzzy now."
"Whatever it was, I think I'm going to need a walker to get out of here."
"Sorry. No walkers around. Only Nellie's old cane."
"I'll take it."
He closed his eyes relishing the touch of her fingers on his chest. He felt wiped out.
"Well?"
He looked at her and saw her expectant expression. No way out of this. He'd have to tell her something, and it had to be the truth. He wasn't going to start lying to her.
He glanced at the clock. He wanted to get to Belmont noonish. Still plenty of time, so he couldn't use that as an excuse.
He raised a finger and began tracing concentric circles on her left breast, languidly gyring toward the nipple.
"A rosy-tipped breast, as the novels like to say."
She pushed his hand away. "That tickles. And if you're trying to distract me, it might work, so stop it and tell what's been going on."
Jack sighed. Where to begin?
"Last month I learned that I have big chunks of bad DNA floating around my chromosomes." He didn't mention that she and Vicky carried a little of it too. That everyone did to varying degrees.
She frowned. " 'Bad'? What's wrong with it?"
"It's not normal. It gives people… violent tendencies."
There. He'd laid it on the table.
Gia's expression remained neutral, registering neither shock nor fear nor revulsion.
"Oh."
"And I've got a lot of it."
"Oh."
After a silence that seemed to last forever she took a breath. "Well, I guess that explains some things—at least it's a hint as to why you're good at what you do—but it doesn't explain your gentleness around here. You're a pussycat with Vicky."
"She owns me."
"And you've never once raised your voice against me, let alone your hand, so why have you—?"
"It feels like a ticking bomb."
"You can feel it?"
"No, but just knowing it's there, inside me…" At a loss for words, he shrugged. "I don't know."
"But I think I do. You're afraid it will hurt us?"
"No. I seem to be able to control it—most times. I have no doubt that you're safe. But anyone who threatens that safety…" He thought of all the dead yeniçeri back in January. "They're on the endangered species list."
Her brow furrowed. "Then what? You can't infect us with it."
"No, but I just injected you with some."
She looked puzzled for a few heartbeats, then, "Oh." Her eyes widened. "Oh. Emma."
"Yeah. Emma."
"You think she inherited some of this bad DNA?"
"How could she not? She was half me."
Another long silence, then, "Well, it's kind of scary, but it's moot, isn't it. Emma's gone and I don't want to—I can't go through that again. I'd get my tubes tied if it mattered."
"Why doesn't it matter? Because of those coma dreams?"
She nodded.
She'd come out of the coma this way, sure that the future was short—very short. Veilleur had mentioned something along those lines, and someone he knew who said he could see the future had told him next spring ended in darkness.
When Gia had been on death's threshold, had she peeked through and seen what was coming?
Did that mean Rasalom was going to win?
He shook it off.
"Look, if anyone's getting tubes tied it's going to be me."
She smiled. "That's sweet, but it doesn't matter."
"Please stop saying that."
"Well, it's true, but I'll stop saying it."
She rose from the bed. Jack stared at her. He loved Gia's body—the breasts that fit his hands so perfectly, the curve of her hips, the slight swell of her belly. He wanted to reach out and grab her and pull her back.
She'd taken it well. Seemed like he'd been worried about nothing. But a vasectomy… that was a thought. He didn't want his oDNA going any further.
He glanced at the clock. Time was moving.
"Hey, Gi? How should I dress for my day at the races?"
Gia had thought he should dress down, and suggested his construction worker look: worn jeans, flannel shirt, work boots, Mets cap, dollar-store sunglasses.
He drove the Long Island Expressway the entire length of Queens and crossed the border into Nassau County where Belmont Park occupies a large chunk of Elmont. He arrived a little past noon. Post time for the first race wasn't until one o'clock, so he had time to settle in. He decided against valet parking, and chose the preferred lots instead, in case he needed his car in a hurry.