"No," Remo said, reaching out for the man's throat. "In hell."
Chiun took Walter Sterling out the way they had come and met Remo in front of the warehouse.
"What about all those men?" Walter asked.
"They won't be coming out," Remo said.
"You killed them all?"
"They would have tried to kill us," Chiun said. "Do not feel sorry for them."
"What are we gonna do now? Go to the police?"
"Not yet," Remo said. "We're going to pay a visit to Mr. Moorcock, and then tomorrow we'll go to the plant and take care of the man who killed your father."
"You know who killed my father?"
"I do."
"Tell me."
"I'll show you… tomorrow, Walter."
They grabbed a cab and took it back to the hotel, where they put Walter Sterling to sleep on the couch.
"Want to go to church?" Remo asked.
"I have a suggestion," Chiun said.
"Let me have it if it's clean."
"Let us wait until morning before we go to the church."
"But that would give Moorcock time to get his shipment to the National Motors factory."
"Correct. We will take care of the factory under the church and then call the police to meet us at National Motors. By the time they arrive, we will have taken care of that too, and we will also have drugs to prove that we stopped a drug shipment."
"I like that," Remo said.
"It will be your job to stay in touch with Detective Palmer."
"Palmer? What for?"
Chiun made a face. "Someone must clean up," he said.
"Hasn't Donald returned yet?" Moorcock asked the man who was standing by the basement door.
"No, sir."
"Has he called?"
"No, sir."
"Donald is supposed to take the shipment over to Boffa at the plant in the morning."
"I can do that, sir. Or one of the others."
"It's Donald's job," Moorcock said with a worried frown. "Something's gone wrong with his meeting with that black dealer. Did he say where the meeting was to take place?"
The other man looked confused because he assumed that Moorcock would know that, and said, "Uh, no, sir, he didn't tell me."
"I suppose I should have paid more attention…. All right, Samuel, I guess if Donald doesn't return, you will have to make the trip to the plant."
"Yes, sir, I will."
"And if Donald doesn't return by tomorrow, I think that some of our men will have to pay a visit to Danny Lincoln and find out why. If he has betrayed us, someone will have to make him pay."
"I'd be happy to do it," the man said.
"And if tragedy has befallen Donald, I will need a good man to take his place."
"Yes, sir!"
"Perhaps you would be able to help me find one, Samuel. We will discuss it," Moorcock said, and then started upstairs.
If Samuel hadn't known from personal experience that the minister had no sense of humor, he would have thought that Moorcock was putting him on.
He wished he were.
Upstairs, Moorcock started making plans to abandon the operation and get away with as much cash as he could. Something had gone wrong, of that he was sure, and it was obviously time to regroup. He could set up operations in another city easily enough, utilizing his contacts once again. This was by no means the end, but it was the end in Detroit. There were a lot of men in his employ, however, who were waiting for their payoff, and he was hoping that he could get away before any of them caught on.
So the decision was made. Tomorrow was his last day in Detroit.
Before turning in for the night, Remo and Chiun briefly went over their plans for the following day.
The next day was Friday, and according to what Walter Sterling had told them, on Friday the Church of Modern-day Beliefs held services in the morning and in the evening.
"The church will be full of people tomorrow morning, then," Chiun said.
"We could wait until the afternoon," Remo said.
"Then we run the risk of not being able to stop the shipment from leaving the automobile factory."
"That's right," Remo said.
"Then we will just have to stay with our original plan."