Killing Rain Part 28

Thirty seconds later, the doors opened on the lobby level. The security guard I had seen earlier was right in front of them. He had a gun drawn, a .38 Special, and was holding it too far in front of his body. He barely glanced at me as he charged inside.

He yelled something at me in Chinese-"Get out," probably. Before he even had a chance to think about what was happening, I dropped the attache, grabbed the outstretched gun in both hands, pivoted, and twisted it away from him. He cried out in shock and fear. Then he backed up against the elevator wall and started yelling in Chinese again. This time I a.s.sumed it was something like "Oh, s.h.i.+t!" or perhaps the time-honored "Don't shoot!"

I picked up the attache, stepped out of the elevator, and glanced around. All clear. I reached inside and pressed the b.u.t.ton for thirteen. The doors closed, and the bug-eyed guard disappeared behind them, getting him out of my hair and preventing him from seeing what I was going to do next. Hopefully Dox already would be waiting for the guy when he arrived on thirteen. He could just haul him out and ride the elevator straight back down.

I walked across the street to the dumpster and examined my options. Good cover and concealment from both sides. But it was a little far from the elevator bank for my tastes. If Hilger hit the ground running and went immediately left or right from the elevators, I might lose him. If I could find the right spot, better to be waiting right there as he emerged.

I walked back over. The guard's desk. That would do. I started to duck down behind it.

The stairwell door blew open to my left, ricocheting off the wall. Al-Jib dashed out. I brought the gun up and tried to track him, but he had already gone around the corner.

The door blew open again. I spun back toward it. This time it was Delilah. She stuck her head out and checked left and right, the Kimber in a two-handed grip just below her chin. She saw me and said, "Where did he go? Which way?"

"Where's Hilger?" I said.

"Upstairs! G.o.dd.a.m.n you, where is Al-Jib!"

I c.o.c.ked my head to the left. She took off without another word.

I turned and took two steps toward the guard's desk. I stopped. I took one more step. Then I said, "f.u.c.k!" I turned and ran after Delilah, heaving the attache in the direction of the dumpster en route.

I saw her head into Statue Square park and sprinted after her. She raced past one of the fountains inside, the couples sitting around it turning their heads to watch as she blew by them. I sprinted after her, dodging pedestrians. We crossed the square, then weaved through the thick traffic on Chater Road. I could see Al-Jib, about fifteen meters ahead of Delilah. He was running flat out but she was gaining. d.a.m.n, she was fast.

He bolted across Connaught without slowing at all. A taxi screeched to a halt in front of him, the driver laying on the horn. Al-Jib knocked down a pedestrian but kept going. Someone yelled something. The cab started to move forward again and then Delilah cut in front of it. The driver laid on the horn again. I flew past him a few paces behind Delilah.

Al-Jib raced up Edinburgh, toward the Star Ferry. If his timing was bad, he was about to meet a dead end, in the form of the southern end of Victoria Harbor. If his timing was good, though, he might just catch a departing ferry. The Star Ferry route between Central and Tsim Sha Tsui has been a major commuting line between Hong Kong and Kowloon for over a century, and the enormous, two-deck, open-air pedestrian ferries, some seemingly as old as the inception of the service, depart every seven minutes, each usually jammed with hundreds of pa.s.sengers.

Al-Jib ran into the ferry terminal. Delilah followed him. I got inside a few seconds later and looked around. There were crowds of people and for a second I looked around wildly, not seeing her. Then I spotted a disturbance in the crowd on one of the stairwells-there she was, heading up the stairs. A woman was getting up from the floor and was yelling. Delilah must have lost Al-Jib for a moment, then figured out he had knocked over the woman tearing up the stairs. I followed, just a few lengths behind now. A crowd of pa.s.sengers was heading down the stairs to our left. s.h.i.+t, a ferry had come in a minute or two earlier-that meant it would already be leaving. We got to the concourse level and I saw Al-Jib, far ahead now. He seemed to recognize his desperate opportunity. He sprinted faster, vaulting over the turnstiles to the departure pier. He knocked a table over as he leaped and coins spilled to the concrete floor. The attendant bellowed something in Chinese.

We went over the turnstiles after him. The pier was empty-the pa.s.sengers had already boarded the ferry. A worker stood along the gunwale on the lower deck, using a pole to push the lumbering craft from the pier. Al-Jib sprinted straight toward the boat, leaped, and fell across the guardrail, nearly knocking the worker over in the process. Delilah followed two meters behind him. I saw her leap onto the guardrail and pull herself over. The worker shouted something but didn't try to stop the boat. It kept moving forward. Its stern was about to pull clear of the end of the pier.

I shoved the .38 into the back of my pants and kept running. Come on, come on . . .

Even as I launched myself through the air, I saw that I wasn't going to make it. I slammed into one of the old tires strung up just below the deck to cus.h.i.+on the boat while it was docking. The tire might have been adequate for watercraft, but seemed to offer considerably less padding for a human torso, and I had the wind partially knocked out of me. But I was able to haul myself up to the guardrail. I scrambled over it onto the deck and rolled to my feet.

Delilah and Al-Jib had disappeared into the ma.s.s of pa.s.sengers, but there was a path of sorts, slightly less packed with people than the areas around it, that told me where to look. I pulled the pistol and set off into the crowd. I was glad there were no security people on board to complicate things. The Star Ferry is about as secure as a sidewalk.

But after just a few meters, the path I'd been following closed up. There were scores of people down here, maybe hundreds, and I couldn't pick up any vibe in the crowd that might have indicated where Delilah and Al-Jib had headed. In less than seven minutes, we'd be landing in Kowloon. It would be hard to stop him from leaping onto the pier there as we were docking and taking off into the crowd. We had to contain him here.

I moved toward the stern, beyond the rows of wooden seats, but couldn't see through the ma.s.s of people who hadn't gotten seats and were standing. "Delilah?" I called out. "Delilah!"

"Here," I heard her say, from somewhere in front of me. "I . . ."

Something cut her off. I heard the report of a big gun. There were screams. Suddenly the crowd was shoving back toward me. The people ahead were trying to get away from the shooting.

I pushed forward. All at once, the crowd was behind me like a receding tide. And then I saw.

Somehow Al-Jib had gotten behind Delilah and managed to wrest the Kimber from her. He was standing behind her, one arm around her neck, the other holding the barrel of the gun to her temple.

I stopped, pulled the .38, and pointed it at him with a two-handed grip. They were eight meters away. I was still winded from the chase, and the deck of the ferry was rolling with the harbor's currents. And Al-Jib was holding her like a s.h.i.+eld, with only part of his head exposed. I was too far to risk the shot.

"Drop the gun!" he screamed. "Drop it or by Allah I will put her brains on the floor!"

"Don't," I said, as calmly as I could. "Because then I'll have to put your brains on the floor, too."

"Drop it! Drop it!" he screamed again.

"Listen," I said over the wind that was blowing across the deck. "I don't know who you are. I don't care. My business was with Manny, and that business is done. As far as I'm concerned, you're free to leave. But not if you harm the lady. Then I have to kill you, understand?"

He looked at me, his eyes desperate, but I could tell he was thinking. He couldn't shoot Delilah. If he did, in the time it took him to bring the gun around to me I would turn him into hamburger.

"Let's think this through," I said. "Let's find a way to all walk away from here. Why don't you lower your gun a little. And then I'll lower mine a little. And then we'll go from there."

He started to relax, just slightly. I thought, Okay.

"No!" Delilah shouted. "Shoot him!"

G.o.dd.a.m.nit, I would if you would just work with me. . . .

Al-Jib's grip around her neck tightened. "Drop the gun!" he screamed again.

Delilah was staring at me, her eyes full of rage. "Shoot him!" she rasped. "G.o.dd.a.m.n you, shoot him!"

He was choking her, intentionally or unintentionally, I didn't know. I realized I was losing control of the situation. He was so strung out he might pull the trigger without even meaning to. Or he might shoot just to shut her up. Or he might otherwise miscalculate.

"Drop the f.u.c.king gun!" he screamed again. "Or I swear . . ."

In one smooth motion, Delilah shrugged her head downward and slapped the gun up with her right hand. It discharged into the ceiling. I was so juiced with adrenaline it sounded like not more than a firecracker.

Al-Jib started to bring the gun back down. Delilah caught it in both hands. It discharged again.

I moved in. Delilah was between us, in front of his torso, and they were moving. I was still too far to risk the shot.

He let go of her neck and used both hands to try to wrestle the gun away from her. It didn't work. He looked up, saw me heading toward him, and realized he had lost.

He let go of the gun and started to turn to run. But the muzzle velocity of a bullet from a .38 is eight hundred and fifty feet per second. Since I was now less than twenty feet from him, the round I fired reached him in about one-fortieth of a second, give or take. Which turned out to be slightly faster than he could move out of the way. The bullet caught him in the face. He spun around from the impact and stumbled back toward the railing. I followed him, focusing on his torso, ready to finish him off.

I heard two more shots from alongside me. They caught Al-Jib in the side. In my peripheral vision I saw Delilah walk past me, holding the Kimber in a two-handed grip, as implacable as the angel of death.

Al-Jib tried to straighten. Delilah kept moving in. She shot him twice in the head. His hands flew up and he went over the railing, into the dark water below.

For a long second, I looked at her. I was still holding the gun in a combat grip.

She stood panting for a moment, returning my look, but not in a focused way. She lowered the Kimber.

I hesitated for a moment, grappling with the knowledge that she had called Gil. Then something in her eyes, her posture, made the decision for me. I lowered the .38 and stuck it in my waistband.

I looked toward the bow. The lights of Tsim Sha Tsui were less than a minute away.

A few wordless seconds pa.s.sed. Then Delilah handed me the Kimber. "Here," she said. "I've got no place to conceal this, like you said. And we might need it."

I stuck the second gun in my waistband and looked at her, trying to find words.

She said, "I had to. For you, too."

"What do you mean, for me?"

"One day, Al-Jib and his type will detonate a nuclear weapon inside a city. A half-million people are going to die. Innocent people-families, children, babies. When that happens, it won't be because I could have stopped it but didn't. And you couldn't bear that burden any more than I could. I won't let you."

I realized there was a lot of shouting and commotion around the side of the boat where the pa.s.sengers would be exiting any minute. While we were engaging Al-Jib, I'd been too focused to notice.

Delilah and I walked forward, into the crowd. The people closest to us recognized that we had been involved in what just happened, and gave us wide berth. The farther forward we moved into the crowd, though, the less we encountered that kind of courtesy. The people closer to the front hadn't seen what happened. They didn't know who we were and they didn't care. They had heard shooting and a commotion, and just wanted to get the h.e.l.l off the ferry as soon as it docked. We reached a point where the crowd was so dense that we were lost in it, just two more scared pa.s.sengers. We couldn't move farther forward. We simply had to wait, along with everyone else.

A few seconds later, we were docking. The moment the boat was in position, people started surging off it. There was a lot of shouting in Chinese and I wasn't sure what was being said. I did know that we wanted to get out of there before anyone started pointing at us.

We headed out of the pier building, past the clock tower and the crowds shopping in the area. We cut through the underpa.s.s below Salisbury Road, then headed east to the impossibly dense and crowded shopping districts around Nathan. An Asian man and a gorgeous blonde-we would be easy to pick up from a description of what had happened on the ferry, and at the China Club just before that. But I didn't want us to split up yet. I wanted to finish this.

We reached the southeast corner of Kowloon Park and went inside. The park, set on a sprawling knoll above the streets below, was dark and, at this hour, reasonably deserted. We walked past the skeletal aviary and the silhouetted Chinese-style gardens to the Sculpture Walk, where we sat on the steps of a small amphitheater beside one of the Walk's silent statues. I took out the prepaid cell phone, turned it on, and called Dox on the throwaway he was carrying.

He picked up immediately. "Hey, partner, I hope that's you."

I couldn't help smiling at the sound of his voice. "It's me. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm here at the bug-out point. Where are you?"

"Kowloon."

"Pardon me for asking, but isn't that the wrong direction?"

"Unfortunately. Delilah and I chased Al-Jib onto the Star Ferry."

"How'd that turn out?"

"With Al-Jib dead."

"Well, that's a happy outcome. Another victory for the good guys, and a blow to the forces of evil. What about Delilah?"

"She's fine. She's right here with me."

"Ah-ha, so that's why you hightailed it to Kowloon. You sure we have time for that sort of thing right now?"

"I'm sure we don't. What happened with Hilger and Gil?"

"If you're talking about the guy who was shooting at Hilger, he's dead."

"How do you know?"

"Hilger shot him, and when Delilah went to help, old Ali just about f.u.c.king flew over them and headed down the stairs. After that, Gil was doing a d.a.m.n fine job of returning Hilger's fire upside down and on his back from the stairs, but eventually Hilger put another round in him and then imitated Ali's levitation trick. He paused just long enough to turn and shoot the sumb.i.t.c.h point-blank in the head."

"G.o.dd.a.m.n, I wish we'd managed to get you a gun."

"Yeah, I would have liked to shoot him, and the opportunity was there. I did manage to sling a chair at him from the landing as he made his getaway, at least. It knocked him down, but he kept going after that."

"You and the chairs," I said. "You ought to market it. ' Chair-fung-do.' "

He laughed. "Yeah, the odd piece of furniture can come in handy from time to time, I've discovered. Anyway, I couldn't get to Hilger in time after he was down, seeing as he was armed and dangerous and I was only dangerous. These jobs can be awkward without a proper rifle at hand. I don't know how you do it."

"It doesn't matter," I said. "Hilger's known in the club. h.e.l.l, he had reservations there tonight. The police are going to pick him up for sure. And then we'll see if we were right about him running his own operation."

"Think the powers that be will disown him?"

I paused and considered. "I'm getting the feeling he has . . . enemies. People who might like to see that happen, yeah."

"What gives you that feeling?"

"I'm not sure. I want to check something out, and then I'll let you know."

"All right. Finish your quickie, and let's meet at the airport. The old City of Life just doesn't feel as welcoming now as it did this morning."

"Give me an hour."

"Sure, take as much time as you need. I don't see any reason to hurry. It's not like half the Hong Kong police force would be looking for someone of your description or anything like that."

"All right," I said, "I see your point." I told him where he could retrieve the bug-out kit I'd put in place. He said he would grab it and be on the way.

I clicked off and looked at Delilah.

"Gil's dead," I said. "Dox saw Hilger shoot him in the head, point-blank."

She nodded, her jaw set, then said, "What else?"

I briefed her on the rest of what Dox had told me.

"I'm going to meet him at the airport now," I said. "You coming?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. I don't have my pa.s.sport."

I didn't say anything. I was still p.i.s.sed that she had called Gil. I was trying to let it go.

"Anyway," she said, "I need to brief my people on what just happened here. There are going to be a lot of questions."

"You going to be able to weather it?"

"I'm not sure. Al-Jib dead will certainly help. That is a major victory, major. If he'd gotten away, I don't know what would have happened."

She was talking unusually fast. I noticed that her hands were trembling.

"You okay?" I asked, looking at her.