“The Thais want you very badly.”
The apartment’s locks rattle. They all look up as Anderson-sama and another gaijin stumble through the door. Dark bruises decorate the foreigners’ faces, but they’re laughing and smiling. They both stop short. Anderson-sama’s eyes flick from Emiko to the old man, to the pistol that now points at him.
“Hock Seng?”
The other gaijin backpedals and slips behind Anderson-sama. “What the hell?”
“Good question.” Anderson-sama is studying the scene before him, pale blue eyes evaluating.
The girl Mai makes a reflexive wai to the gaijin. Emiko almost smiles in recognition. She too knows that knee-jerk urge to show respect.
“What are you doing here, Hock Seng?” Anderson-sama asks.
Hock Seng gives him a thin smile. “You aren’t pleased to capture the killer of the Somdet Chaopraya?”
Anderson-sama doesn’t respond, just looks from Hock Seng to Emiko and back again. Finally he asks, “How did you get in here?”
Hock Seng shrugs. “I did, after all, find this flat for Mr. Yates. Presented the keys to him myself.”
Anderson-sama shakes his head. “He was a fool, wasn’t he?”
Hock Seng inclines his head.
With a chill, Emiko sees that this confrontation can only turn against her. The only person here who is disposable is herself. If she is quick, she can simply strip the pistol from the old man’s hand. Just as she took the pistols from those slow bodyguards. It will hurt, but it can be done. The old man is no match for her.
The other gaijin is slipping out the door without another word, but Emiko is surprised to see Anderson-sama does not retreat as well. Instead, he eases into the room, hands held up, palms out. One of his hands is bandaged. His voice is soothing.
“What do you want, Hock Seng?”
Hock Seng backs away, keeping space between himself and the gaijin. “Nothing.” Hock Seng shrugs slightly. “The killer of the Somdet Chaopraya, righteously punished. That is all.”
Anderson-sama laughs. “Nice.” He turns and settles carefully into a couch. Grunts and winces as he leans back. Smiles again.
“Now, what do you really want?”
The old man’s lips quirk, sharing the joke. “What I’ve always wanted. A future.”
Anderson-sama nods thoughtfully. “You think this girl will help you get that? Get you a nice reward?”
“The capture of a royal assassin will surely earn me enough to rebuild my family.”
Anderson-sama doesn’t say anything, just stares at Hock Seng with his cold blue eyes. His gaze turns to Emiko. “Did you kill him? Really?”
A part of her wants to lie. She can see in his eyes that he wants that lie as well, but she can’t force the words out. “I am sorry, Anderson-sama.”
“And all the bodyguards, too?”
“They hurt me.”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t believe it. I was sure Akkarat set it all up. But then you jumped off the balcony.” His unsettling blue eyes continue to watch her. “Are you trained to kill?”
“No!” She recoils, shocked at the suggestion. Rushes to explain. “I did not know. They hurt me. I was angry. I didn’t know—” She has an overwhelming urge to kowtow before him. To try to convince him of her loyalty. She fights the instinct, recognizing her own genetic need to roll over on her back and bare her belly.
“So you’re not an assassin, trained?” he asks. “A military windup?”
“No. Not military. Please. Believe me.”
“But still dangerous. You tore the Somdet Chaopraya’s head off with your bare hands.”
Emiko wants to protest, to say that she is not that creature, that it was not her, but the words won’t come out. All she can do is whisper, “I did not take off his head.”
“You could kill us all if you wanted, though. Before we even knew you were coming. Before Hock Seng could even lift his pistol.”
At these words, Hock Seng whips his spring gun back to point at her. Pathetically slow.
Emiko shakes her head. “I do not wish it,” she says. “I only wish to leave. To go north. That is all.”
“But still, you’re a dangerous creature,” Anderson-sama says. “Dangerous to me. To other people. If anyone saw me with you, now.” He shakes his head and grimaces. “You’re worth far more dead than alive.”
Emiko readies herself, prepares for the excruciating pain that will come. First the Chinese, then Anderson-sama. Maybe not the little girl-
“I’m sorry, Hock Seng,” Anderson-sama says abruptly. “You can’t have her.”
Emiko stares at the gaijin, shocked.
The Chinese laughs. “You will stop me?”
Anderson-sama shakes his head. “Times are changing, Hock Seng. My people are coming. In force. All our fortunes will be changing. It won’t just be the factory anymore. It’ll be calorie contracts, freight shipping, R &D centers, trade negotiations… Starting today, everything changes.”
“And this rising tide will raise my ship as well?”
Anderson-sama laughs, then winces, touching his ribs. “More than ever, Hock Seng. We’ll need people like you more than ever.”
The old man looks from Anderson-sama to Emiko. “What about Mai?”
Anderson-sama coughs. “Stop worrying about small things, Hock Seng. You’re going to have an almost unlimited expense account. Hire her. Marry her. I don’t care. Do what you like. Hell, I’m sure Carlyle would find a place for her too, if you don’t want her on your own payroll.” He leans back and shouts out into the hall. “I know you’re still out there, you coward. Get in here.”
The gaijin Carlyle’s voice calls in. “You’re really going to protect that windup?” He peers around the corner, cautious.
Anderson-sama shrugs. “Without her, we wouldn’t even have had an excuse for the coup.” He gives her a crooked smile. “That must be worth something.”
He looks again at Hock Seng. “Well? What do you think?”
“You swear this?” the old man asks.
“If we break faith, you can always report her later. She’s not going anywhere soon. Not with everyone on the lookout for a windup assassin. We all benefit, every one of us, if we come to agreement. Come on, Hock Seng. This is an easy call. Everyone wins, for once.”
Hock Seng hesitates, then gives a sharp nod and lowers his gun. Emiko feels a sudden flood of relief. Anderson smiles. He turns his attention to her and his expression softens. “Many things will be changing now. But we can’t let anyone see you. There are too many people who will never forgive. You understand?”
“Yes. I will not be seen.”
“Good. Once things calm down, we’ll see about getting you out of here. For the moment, you’ll stay here. We’ll splint up that arm. I’ll get someone to bring in a case of ice. Would you like that?”
The relief is almost overwhelming. “Yes. Thank you. You are kind.”
Anderson-sama smiles. “Where’s that whiskey, Carlyle? We need a toast.” He gets up, wincing, and comes back with an array of glasses and a bottle.
As he sets the glassware down on a small end-table, he coughs.
“Goddamn Akkarat,” he mutters, and then he coughs again, a deep hoarse sound.
Suddenly he doubles over. Another cough wracks him and then more follow in a wet rattling series. Anderson-sama puts out a hand to steady himself but instead jostles the table. Tips it.
Emiko watches as the glasses and whiskey bottle slide toward the edge of the table, spill off. They fall very slowly, glinting in the light of the rising sun. They’re very pretty, she thinks. So clean and bright.