Golo deboarded the redeye flight from New York, hustled a cab to the San Rema Motel and found the red Trans Am. When the black window powered down he smelled the rush of marijuana smoke, saw the low boys with their gold chains.
"Chub sook," one of them said respectfully, "Seventh Uncle, the man went into Room 3M."
"You have something for me?" Golo asked, disdain in his voice.
The low boy handed him a Star nine-millimeter, said, "There's a full clip of Black Talons. You have to cock it first."
"I know how it works," Golo snapped, disgusted at the veiny redness of their eyes. He remembered the fuckup with the gang boys in New York, didn't want trouble or witnesses this time around.
"You can go," he said, dismissing them. "My respects to Fifth Brother."
The Trans Am growled away, disappearing into morning traffic. Golo felt for the handcuffs and knife in his pocket and chain- bered a round into the Star.
He spat onto the sidewalk and started toward room 3M.
Mona kept her eyes on Johnny, who lay crashed in her bed, and quietly backed her way out of the room, pulling the door shut with a small metallic click. She straightened her sunglasses and followed the landing down to the courtyard.
Jack fought the heaviness in his eyes, rubbed his temples.
A woman was coming down the hill, wearing a gray jogging suit and sunglasses, a black bag under her arm. When she got halfway down someone else appeared at the top, a tall man with his hands pressed down inside his jacket pockets. He followed her, keeping at a distance.
Something vaguely familiar about him, Jack thought.
The woman stopped at the phone booth, fumbled with a square of paper.
Jack brought out the glossies from the Hong Kong magazine.
Short haircut. She lowered the sunglasses a moment, carefully pressing the phone buttons. Looked like Shirley Yip? She was on the phone only a minute.
Jack decided there was enough of a resemblance, then the tall man came through the parking lot behind the Pagoda Restaurant, his face taut and grim in a way Jack recognized from the shootout in Sunset Park.
The woman spotted the tall man almost immediately while he was still a half block away. She dropped the phone, started running back up the hill.
Jack exited the car holding the Glock as the man followed her. They ran two blocks uphill and went toward a motel building on the next corner, Stockton, as Jack chased up the hill after them.
BLANG!
Johnny's eyes snapped open, saw Mona at the door, breathless.
"What?" he asked, rising up from the bed.
"Trouble," she gasped.
He grabbed his vest, the Ruger. "What happened?"
"Someone must have followed you." Desperation showed in her eyes.
He went to the door, while she snatched up the Rollmaster, and pointed at her to hush. He listened for a long moment as she squinted out the window toward Stockton, getting her bearings. Her mind clicking, These dogs will not stop me. Not a sound outside.
"If we get split up," she whispered, "we meet at the Empress, by Chinatown. In the lobby by the telephones." Johnny nodded agreement.
Mona took the little automatic out of the Rollmaster, jerked her chin at the door. Nothing can stop me now.
"Let's go," she said.
Jack followed Golo into the motel complex, across the courtyard, trailed him one landing below as he climbed toward the third level. Jack snapped back the action on the Glock, the hollowpoints lining up in the chamber. Took the safety off as he ascended.
Golo, inching his way onto the third landing, listened for noises. A door opened a crack, then he saw the gunbarrel come out. He was backing up when he fired, the concussion from the highimpact Talons deafening him. He rolled back around the bend of the landing and heard footsteps below. Deeew!, the chaai to-copwho'd almost bagged him in Brooklyn.
He fired three rounds in Jack's direction. Everybody froze between landings.
"Police!" Jack yelled. He heard the sudden snapping of locks behind hallway doors. "Throw your guns down!"
Johnny let loose three deafening magnum rounds, sprinting up the stairs toward the rooftop, Mona at his back. Golo dashed up after them.
"Shit!" Jack cursed, following them up. He knew with this much firepower someone was bound to drop out of the deal.
And someone was going back to New York with him.