"He's a garbage man?" the second guard asked, looking at Chiun suspiciously.
"Civil service," Remo said, as if that explained everything.
"He don't look like no garbage man I ever saw," the first guard said.
"Besides, we don't have any garbage left. It was picked up yesterday."
"That's where you're wrong," Remo said.
"Whadaya mean?" the first guard asked.
"You do have some garbage left."
"Like what?" the second guard asked.
"Like you," Remo said.
The bars on the gate were very close together, much too close for a human body to fit between them under ordinary circumstances.
Remo's hands sped between the bars, took hold of each man by the throat, and pulled. By the time the two men had been squeezed between the bars, they were dead, crushed to death or electrocuted, whichever came first.
"Sloppy," Chiun said, shaking his head in disgust.
"It worked, didn't it? I'm going over." Remo opened his hands and let both men slump to the ground.
He vaulted the twelve-foot high fence from a standing position, and when he landed on the other side, Chiun was standing there waiting for him.
"Between the bars," Chiun said, smirking. "Some of us are above cheap and flamboyant displays."
"Cheap—"
"Let us get this over with," the old Oriental interrupted. "I'll go to the boat. You try the house."
"First one to find Dinnard gets to do the dirty deed," Remo said.
Chiun closed his eyes and said, "One does not refer to one's profession as a 'dirty deed.' "
"Come on, Little Father. Do you think I'm a complete idiot? Wait, don't answer that."
"A wise decision," Chiun said, and headed for the dock where Chief Dinnard's yacht was moored.
Remo started for the mansion, came across ferocious guard dogs twice, reasoned with them, and left them unconscious but unhurt. There was no reason in the world to kill a dumb animal.
Remo approached the house, having passed by countless TV security cameras without being seen by one. Thinking invisible, as he had been taught to do by the Master of Sinanju, could work wonders for a body.
His next decision was whether to simply force the door and enter or ring the doorbell. He decided that it would be more interesting to ring the bell.
"Whadaya want?" the man who answered the door asked.
"Do all you fellas have the same manners?"
"What?"
"Never mind. Is Chief Dinnard in?"
"Who wants to know?"
Remo looked left, right, behind him, then back at the big man and said, "I guess I do."
"Funny man," the guy said, and started to close the door.
Remo put one finger on the door and it stopped cold. No matter how hard the other man tried to push, it wouldn't budge.
"Hey," he said, staring at Remo's finger. "How're you doing that?"
"Leverage. Is the chief at home?"
Still impressed, the man replied, "Yeah, he's home. Hey, could you teach me that?"
"What?"
"That," the man said, pointing to Remo's finger. "Leverage."
"You want to learn leverage?"
"Sure."
"Watch," Remo said. He took his finger from the door and held it up in front of the man's face, catching and holding his eyes. In one quick motion the finger flicked forward, the man's eyes rolled up into his head, and he slumped to the floor.
"Well, if you're not going to pay attention…" Remo said, stepping over the prone body of the sleeping man. "Don't worry, I'll find him myself."
The house was huge, but Remo's instincts were operating one hundred percent, and he felt as if he could smell Dinnard's presence in the house. He smelled something else too. Perfume. A woman— there was a woman in the house with Dinnard, which could be a complication.
Following his nose through the huge house, Remo finally came to an opulently furnished bedroom, with mirrors and pillows and a huge bed. On the bed was an equally huge man, being ministered to by a lovely blond woman with big, smooth, pink-nippled breasts, delicate hands, and a full-lipped mouth, all of which were in use at the moment.
Neither the woman nor the chief noticed Remo as he entered the room and approached the bed. She was grunting and moaning with effort, while Dinnard was grunting and moaning with pleasure.
"Excuse me, miss," Remo said, looking over the woman's bare shoulder.
"Huh?" she said, staring at him in surprise. He placed his hand on her smooth back and exerted pressure on her fifth vertebra. A blank look came over her face as she experienced more pleasure than she had ever before felt in her life. Slowly the corners of her generous mouth curved up, and then she keeled over on the bed, oblivious to what was going on around her. She would remain that way for some time.
Dinnard, who moments before had been languishing in sensations of his own, slowly became aware that the blonde had stopped working on him.
"Hey, Sally," he said, his eyes slowly beginning to focus again. "What's the matter?"
"Sally's taken the rest of the afternoon off, Dinnard," Remo said. "I'm her replacement."