“But some things weren't predictable,” Savage said. “My decision to go to Virginia, to talk to Mac.”
“Exactly. After you were conditioned… it happened in Japan, by the way, at Shirai's estate… before the casts were put on your arms and legs, a location transmitter was inserted in a cap that was put on one of your teeth. That site was chosen because you and Akira, like many people, already had a dental cap. On an X ray, the replaced caps wouldn't attract attention. And because of those location transmitters, Shirai's men knew about-could follow you-everywhere. In case they had to nudge you in the right direction.
“But seeing Mac in Virginia was not the right direction.”
“Yes,” Hailey said. “Shirai's men feared Mac would tell you too much and erase your conditioning. They had to kill him.”
“And try to grab Rachel because she was the reason Akira and I came together but after that she didn't belong in the plan.”
“Unfortunately that's true.”
“What about the man and woman I thought were my parents?”
“The ones in Baltimore?” Hailey asked. “Window dressing. Further confusion. Shirai's intention, with prodding from the splinter group in the agency who used Shirai's lieutenant, was to so confuse you that when you saw Shirai on television or in the newspaper, you'd race to get in touch with him. Of course, the alternate plan would have been to abduct Akira and you, drug you, take you to Shirai's estate, and kill you while Shirai's men sacrificed their lives for their leader's ambitions. Mind you, that plan has the merit of simplicity.” Hailey shrugged. “But it wouldn't have been convincing- because you and Akira had to leave a trail. In Greece. In southern France. In America. Most of all, in Japan. You had to leave evidence-the stamps on fake passports you carried, not to mention the conversations you had with taxi drivers, hotel clerks, and immigration officials-that showed your determination to get to Shirai.”
“And Graham's death?” Savage trembled.
“The agency had nothing to do with that. After Graham arranged for both you and Akira to be on Papadropolis's estate, Shirai's men decided he was a liability. They killed him, attempting to make it appear a suicide.”
“But Graham knew what he was doing when he sent Akira and me to Mykonos. His ultimate loyalty was to the agency. Not to us.”
“Savage, you ask too many questions. Don't dig too deep. He was your friend. Yes. But he was also a professional. He obeyed his masters. Why else would he have traveled back and forth from Maryland to Massachusetts to nurse you and Akira back to health? He loved you, Savage. And he loved Akira. But he loved his profession-not protection, but espionage-more.”
Nauseous, Savage leaned back against Rachel, welcoming her warmth. “You're right. I ask too many questions.” Despite his multiple painful injuries, he managed to straighten. “But I do have one more question.”
“Ask it. You're entitled. We made a bargain. But after that, I'm out of here.”
“Okay,” Savage said. He struggled to stand. Rachel-ever dependable Rachel-helped him. Wavering upright, with Rachel's arms around him. Savage glowered down at Hailey. “Okay, here's my question. At the Meiji Shrine, did you try to stop me or urge me forward?”
“Hell, man, I wanted to stop you. The plan was out of control.”
“And the van, was it yours?”
“You said just one question.”
“Damn it, answer me!”
“Yes, it was ours.”
“Who shot the driver?”
“Shirai's men. The transmitter in the cap on your tooth. They were able to follow you. And they didn't want us stopping you!”
“And what about…?”
“That's two more questions,” Hailey said. “Don't tell me you're breaking your bargain.”
“I'm almost finished.” Savage's knees sank. Rachel held him up. “What about…? Who invaded Akira's home and tried to kill us? Who ordered…?”
“Man, your guess is as good as mine.”
“No,” Savage said. “My guess is better. You did. You ordered the assassins to take us out! Because the plan was out of control! Because you'd discovered what the assholes in that splinter group were up to! And you felt it had to be stopped! So you made the choice to have us terminated! And when that didn't work, you followed us to the Meiji Shrine to try to kill us there! You're my enemy, the same as those jerks! The difference is, apparently I once trusted you! Apparently you were my friend!”
“Hey, Savage, business and friendship… as much as I'd like it… sometimes…”
Fury canceled weakness. Anger canceled pain. With every force he could muster, Savage used his good arm-and it felt so wonderful!-to punch Hailey squarely in the face.
Teeth snapped. Hailey's nose crunched. Blood flew.
Hailey lurched backward, groaning, sprawling.
“I ought to…” Savage grabbed him, jerking him upward. “Kill you.”
“Giri,” Hailey muttered through swollen lips and broken teeth. “You gave your…”
“Word,” Taro said and stood. “So did I. A formal favor. An eternal obligation.” Taro restrained the knife in Savage's hand. “Obey it. Or you're worthless. You have no honor.”
Trembling, seething, sobbing, Savage gradually lowered the knife. “Something has to mean something. Get out of here! Now!” he told Hailey. “Before I change my mind. Because of you my friend is dead, you…!”
Hailey ran, clutching his broken face, yanking a panel open, disappearing, his footsteps dwindling.
“You did the proper thing,” Taro said.
“Then why do I feel like hell?”
“Because he might come after you.”
“Let him,” Savage said. “I'm better.”
“For a gaijin, you're a noble man.”
“But are you?” Savage spun. “Our business isn't finished. I refuse to believe that you weren't aware…”
“That Akira belonged to Japanese Intelligence?” The old man nodded. “That's correct.”
“And you knew what Shirai was trying to do! You knew that Akira and I were supposed to die!”
“For Japan.”
“Giri,” Savage said. “Thank God for giri. For the solemn promise I made you. If you allowed that bastard to leave, I swore I'd be eternally in your debt. Otherwise…”
“You'd try to kill me?” Taro chuckled.
“Yes.” Fueled by ultimate rage, Savage overcame his weakness, pressed a paralyzing nerve in Taro's neck, and tickled the point of his knife against Taro's jugular vein. ‘ ‘Your problem is you’ re arrogant. Even a gaijin can be…
“A worthy opponent. Savage-san, you have my respect.”
“And your word that there'll be no recriminations? Giri?”
“Yes.” Taro's face became more wizened. “Giri. Friendship. Loyalty. Obligation. What else is there to believe in?”
“Love.” Savage lowered the knife. “What did you do with Akira's body?”
“It was cremated. The urn with his ashes is in my room. But Japanese Intelligence can't know about his death. The investigation would be disastrous. To us all.”
“May I have them?” Savage asked.