By The Sword Part 38

He sighed and handed his cell phone to Jack. "Okay, okay. I've already entered the service number. Listen to the voice as well as the content."

Jack hit the SEND b.u.t.ton, punched in the code Slater gave him, and listened.

"h.e.l.lo. My name is James and I saw your flyer. I have the sword you seek and I know it's a Masamune. So I want more than five thousand for it. I'll need twice that. Call me back if that is acceptable. If not, I will keep it for myself."

Jack pressed the 1 b.u.t.ton to replay the message.

Something familiar about that voice...

"Hear those inflections?" Slater said. "He's j.a.panese."

"You're sure?"

"I speak both languages-very well, I might add. I learned them at a very early age, but j.a.panese came first, and certain rhythms and inflections bleed through to the trained ear. This fellow speaks nearly flawless English, but there's no question in my mind that j.a.panese was his first language."

And then it clicked: the leader of the yakuza. He'd spoken-at least to Jack's ear-flawless English.

Red flags flew up all over his brain.

Slater said, "Do you think I should meet his demand? I mean, I can afford ten thousand, but-"

"Agree to it, but let me handle it."

Slater's eyebrows lifted. "You think he's lying? He knew it was a Masamune. That says a lot, don't you think?"

"Doesn't mean he has it. Might just as easily mean he's planning to scam you, or he's looking for it too."

"But he must realize I don't have it. I'd hardly be offering a reward for something I already had."

"Might think-correctly, I a.s.sume-that you know more about it than he." He hesitated. He didn't want to mention the Kickers' involvement, but he'd already mentioned a third party, so... "I think he's that other player in this sword quest."

Slater's eyes widened. "The yakuza? Do you think they've got it?"

"Not sure, but I'd lay odds they don't. I will will bet they've scoped you out as the original owner. So if they're looking for the sword and want to know more about it, you da man." bet they've scoped you out as the original owner. So if they're looking for the sword and want to know more about it, you da man."

"So what do I do?"

"Give me his number and I'll call him back. I'll agree to the extra money, and set up a meet ASAP-preferably here, preferably today."

Slater looked around. "Do you really think it's safe to carry that much cash around here?"

Jack gave him a look. "You kidding? n.o.body's carrying cash anywhere. You're staying in your hotel room and I'm going to check out whoever shows up."

"You think they'll try something sneaky?"

Sneaky... how quaint.

"Yeah. Maybe even... deceitful."

8.

"I grieve over Tadasu-san," s.h.i.+ro told his sensei, sensei, and meant it. He would miss him. and meant it. He would miss him.

They sat in the cla.s.sroom.

Akechi-sensei nodded gravely. "Yes, the Order is poorer for his pa.s.sing. But he died serving the Order, something we all must be ready to do at any moment." nodded gravely. "Yes, the Order is poorer for his pa.s.sing. But he died serving the Order, something we all must be ready to do at any moment."

"I am ready, sensei sensei."

He was also ready to ascend from acolyte to temple guard. He hated to think about it, but Tadasu's pa.s.sing left an opening in the guard. Perhaps he would be a.s.signed...

s.h.i.+ro hesitated to bring up the subject, but he needed confirmation of a rumor.

"Is it true what I am hearing, sensei sensei?"

"And what would that be?"

"That the Order is looking for a pregnant woman?"

Akechi-sensei said nothing at first. With his teacher's face forever hidden from him, s.h.i.+ro had learned to read his eyes. He was relieved to see that they appeared... amused. said nothing at first. With his teacher's face forever hidden from him, s.h.i.+ro had learned to read his eyes. He was relieved to see that they appeared... amused.

"There are no secrets in the temple, are there."

s.h.i.+ro bowed his head. "Not about what happens in the Sighting room."

"It is true, s.h.i.+ro. The Seer saw a pregnant woman. Just so you won't have to rely on rumor, I shall tell you his exact words: 'A woman with child... I see her face everywhere, staring back at me. She is important only for the child she carries. Her child, her child, her child... it will change the world. Who controls the child controls the future. The Order must control the child. It must.' The elders are working on an interpretation."

"There are so many pregnant women, sensei sensei."

"Yes, but how many with 'her face everywhere, staring back'? That is the keystone of the vision. It must be someone famous, some woman on billboards or television or magazine covers."

"A pregnant celebrity... " That narrowed it down quite a bit, but still... how would they possess someone so well known? "I have heard there was another vision about the katana."

His sensei sensei nodded. He said, 'The blade is with the woman... the blade and child are together now and will be so again in the future.' " nodded. He said, 'The blade is with the woman... the blade and child are together now and will be so again in the future.' "

The blade is with the woman... the realization struck s.h.i.+ro like a bo bo.

"The katana is in New York, sensei sensei. We know that. So that must mean the woman is in New York!"

His sensei sensei stared at him a moment in silence, then his eyes crinkled within the mask and he clapped his hands once. stared at him a moment in silence, then his eyes crinkled within the mask and he clapped his hands once.

"Truly, the Face is with you."

And then s.h.i.+ro experienced what he could only call a vision of his own.

A face... a young blond woman's face staring back from every flat surface in the city.

He told Akechi-sensei about the flyers. about the flyers.

His teacher nodded slowly. "Possibly... possibly."

"But if so many are searching for her without success-I a.s.sume no success because new flyers go up every day-how are we to find her?"

His sensei sensei thought a moment. When he spoke, s.h.i.+ro could sense the excitement in his voice. thought a moment. When he spoke, s.h.i.+ro could sense the excitement in his voice.

"Because the Seer said she is with the katana, and before he died, Tadasu told me that the katana is with someone who wears a tattoo like this."

He grabbed a piece of rice paper and a kanji brush from a nearby desk and began to drawn. He turned the page and showed s.h.i.+ro.

"Have you ever seen this figure before?"

Of course he had-as ubiquitous as the flyers with the girl's face.

Members of the Inner Circles rarely if ever left the temple. Errands for food and medical supplies were left to those of the Order who could show their faces to the public. Consequently, the Inner Circles were ignorant-sometimes blissfully so, he imagined-of what was happening on the teeming streets of the city around them.

"It's the symbol for a group-a subculture, one might say-growing within the city. They call themselves 'Kickers,' sensei sensei."

"Who is their leader?"

s.h.i.+ro shook his head. "I don't know, sensei sensei. But I can find out."

And then another vision. Akechi-sensei had sent him out with a list of rare herbs and odd ingredients that he was to search out and bring back to the temple. All the acolytes had been given such lists. During his wanderings through the back streets of Lower Manhattan he had seen something he'd paid scant attention to at the time, but now it bloomed in significance. had sent him out with a list of rare herbs and odd ingredients that he was to search out and bring back to the temple. All the acolytes had been given such lists. During his wanderings through the back streets of Lower Manhattan he had seen something he'd paid scant attention to at the time, but now it bloomed in significance.

He clapped his hands once in respectful imitation of his teacher. "I think I know where to look. Last week I saw a strange banner hanging outside an old, old building... a banner with a giant stick figure like this one."

After a moment of silence Akechi-sensei said, "I will speak to the Elders. We must put this building under constant surveillance. Immediately." He placed a hand on s.h.i.+ro's shoulder. "You have done well, my said, "I will speak to the Elders. We must put this building under constant surveillance. Immediately." He placed a hand on s.h.i.+ro's shoulder. "You have done well, my os.h.i.+ego os.h.i.+ego. I am proud of you."

s.h.i.+ro felt dizzy. He had never seen Akechi-sensei touch anyone, or give praise like this. He thought his heart might burst with pride. touch anyone, or give praise like this. He thought his heart might burst with pride.

9.

Dawn leaned against the rear wall of the Milford Plaza elevator. Though she'd showered and scrubbed herself down just half an hour ago, she felt totally scuzzy. Three days now with the same clothes.

Yuck.

She'd thought about was.h.i.+ng them in the tub but figured they'd never dry, even overnight. She could have sent them out for cleaning, but that meant she'd have to hang around the room totally naked.

Uh-uh.

And she was so not risking a trip outside just to buy new stuff.

Double-no, triple triple uh-uh. She was almost home free now. She could put up with funky clothes for another day or two before going back to Mr. Osala's. uh-uh. She was almost home free now. She could put up with funky clothes for another day or two before going back to Mr. Osala's.

So if she smelled, too bad. Nothing she could do about it. She looked around at the people on the elevator with her and thought, Sorry, folks. You'll have to deal.

At least the short hair was easy to care for, and dried so much more quickly than the length she'd arrived with.

As she stepped out of the elevator she looked around for the time. For a couple of years now she'd totally used her cell phone as her watch, but Mr. Osala had taken that. She spotted a clock behind the registration desk: 2:35. Plenty of time to cab seventeen blocks. She'd be early.

Dawn felt her insides tense as she approached the front entrance onto Eighth Avenue. Tons of people pa.s.sing by out there...

One of whom might be Jerry.

No, she wouldn't let herself think like that. No one could s.n.a.t.c.h her in front of that crowd. She'd done this two days ago. She could do it again today.

She adjusted her sungla.s.ses, took a breath, and stepped outside. She signaled the doorman, who rushed over. She'd tipped him ten dollars the other day because she wanted him to totally remember her and stay close by.

"Cab, ma'am?"

She gave him the address on West 63rd. He signaled for the next taxi waiting in line, opened the door for her, and told the cabbie where she was going. She handed him another ten.

"Thank you, ma'am." He tipped his hat. "You have a nice day."

I will, she thought, locking both rear doors as the cab lurched into motion. I'm going to have a great day.

Sighing, she leaned back. No, she wasn't. She was going to kill the life growing within her. A life that hadn't asked to be conceived. A life that had no control of who had fathered it. An innocent life. How could she...?

She straightened, crying, "No-no-no-no-NO!" as she pounded on the seat cus.h.i.+on.

Over his shoulder the driver gave her a concerned look.

She gave him the okay okay wave. "Sorry." wave. "Sorry."

Leaning back again she told herself not to sentimentalize this. She was doing what had to be done and that was that. No cold feet beforehand, and no looking back afterward.

Like the Nike ads said: Just do it...

"We are here, miss."