Lady, he thought, moving pictures were designed to record things that move. That's why they call them "movies."

Jack picked up the top envelope, reached inside the open flap, and pulled out a pile of negatives and three-by-five photos. He let the negatives drop back in and checked out the prints.

His stomach turned.

"Oh, jeez."

Children... naked children... having s.e.x with each other.

He dropped them onto his lap, then picked them up again for a closer look at the little girl.

"Aw, no."

Alicia... no question about it... seven years old, maybe eight, the face was pudgy, but it was she. And the boy she was with looked about twelve, and he was unquestionably Thomas.

He let his head drop back and closed his eyes. He swallowed hard, afraid he'd lose his morning coffee.

When was the last time he'd cried? He couldn't remember. But he felt like crying now.

That innocent little face looking out at him as her brother...

The sheer monstrousness of it, the utter evil, the mind-numbing rottenness of a soul that could besmirch the innocence of any child like that... but your own daughter... someone who trusts you, looks up to you, depends on you for guidance and protection from the nastiness of the world... to take that trust, that responsibility and do... this this...

Jack had run across the sc.u.m of the earth in his day, but Ronald Clayton took the prize. If he weren't already dead, Jack might consider correcting that situation.

This confirmed what he'd suspected about Alicia. Now he understood why she wanted nothing to do with her father or her brother or that house, why she'd looked ready to jump out of her skin last night.

What a thing to have trailing after you all your life.

"Are they all like this?"

"Yes," said the gunman.

"Poor Alicia."

"And these are all that you found?"

"Every last thing." He sure as h.e.l.l wasn't going to tell him about the weird little Rover, even if it meant nothing.

"You would not lie to me?"

Jack fished the key out of his shirt pocket and tossed it onto the backseat.

"Go back and check yourself."

The gunman sighed. "No. That will not be necessary."

He's as frustrated as I am, Jack thought. And he knows more, d.a.m.n it.

Which gave him a crazy idea.

"All right," Jack said. "Tell me what this is all about. What's so G.o.dd.a.m.n important about that house?"

What the h.e.l.l? he thought. Can't shoot me for asking. Can he?

"I do not know."

"Come on. You've got to know more than me. How come it's a j.a.panese guy against the Arabs and not someone from Mossad? Tell me what you do do know." know."

He watched the gunman's eyes as he stared back at Jack.

I'll be d.a.m.ned, Jack thought. I do believe he's going to tell me.

Yoshio considered this ronin ronin, this Jack-san.

Tell me what this is all about.

He immediately had dismissed the request as ludicrous. But the more he thought about it, the more he wondered whether it might be to his advantage to give this man some some information. Not everything, of course, but Jack-san's purposes did seem to run contrary to Muhallal's, and that made him an ally... of sorts. A little information might make him a more irksome nettle against Kemel Muhallal's hide than he already was. information. Not everything, of course, but Jack-san's purposes did seem to run contrary to Muhallal's, and that made him an ally... of sorts. A little information might make him a more irksome nettle against Kemel Muhallal's hide than he already was.

Above all, the important thing was to keep the Clayton technology out of Muhallal's hands.

"Very well," Yoshio said. "I will tell you. From what I have been told, it all began a few months ago with a most happy message to my employer from a trade delegate working with my country's mission to the United Nations."

"You mean the j.a.panese government, right?"

Yoshio hesitated. The answer should be no... but it could be yes... in a way.

What should he reveal? Certainly nothing about his employer. Kaze Group was a corporate ent.i.ty with a shadowy board of directors that produced nothing under that name, yet had a hand in the manufacture of every part that went into every product produced in j.a.pan.

Officially a holding company, Kaze Group had been founded shortly after the war and began buying shares in the companies that were leading the battered nation's economic recovery. As new companies came to the fore, it invested in those. It bought only the best. Kaze Group thrived during the economic booms, but it made good use of down times as well. It vastly increased its holdings during the recent economic slump, taking advantage of the tumbling Nikkei prices to snap up bargains. Through a web of dummy corporations it now owned controlling interest in j.a.pan's "Big Six" keiretsus keiretsus and most of the major corporations. and most of the major corporations.

Kaze, Yoshio thought. The Wind. Such a fitting name. Keiretsus Keiretsus, the giant vertical and horizontal conglomerates that ostensibly ruled j.a.pan's economy, were often compared to icebergs-a very small portion visible, the vast bulk hidden. But what determines the path of icebergs through the sea? The currents. And what dictates the currents? The wind... Kaze.

No, Kaze was not the government, but when Kaze Group spoke-always a discreet whisper directly into the ear-the government listened.

"Yes," Yoshio said. "That is correct." Better to let Jack-san believe he worked for the government. "And this trade minister was most excited. He said he had been contacted by a man who was most surely a messenger from G.o.d Himself, a man whose technology would make"-he stopped himself... he'd almost said Kaze Group-"make j.a.pan first among nations. He claimed that the details were so astounding, so explosive explosive-yes, that was his word-that he did not dare explain the details, even by diplomatic pouch. He said he was bringing this man directly to Tokyo to explain to the board in person."

"The board?" Jack-san said.

"Yes. The... National Board of Trade. But the plane carrying the trade minister and this mysterious man to j.a.pan exploded in midair, killing all aboard."

"JAL 27," Jack-san said.

"Correct."

Yoshio was not surprised he knew. Alicia Clayton must have told him about her father's death.

"But what makes you think this messenger 'from G.o.d Himself' was Ronald Clayton?"

"We know from pa.s.senger records that he was seated next to our trade minister on the flight."

Jack-san nodded. "That would do it."

"And we also know..." Should I tell him this? Yoshio wondered. Yes. Why not? "We also know that the crash of the flight was not an accident."

Jack-san's eyes narrowed. "A bomb? But n.o.body's said anything about-"

"We have proof. Traces of explosive on what little floating debris we could find. We have chosen not to reveal what we know."

"Why the h.e.l.l not?"

"Because we do not wish the people who planted the bomb to be aware of our knowledge, or that we have any involvement in this... situation."

"You mean...?" Jack-san's narrowed eyes widened now. "You're telling me the plane was blown up because of Ronald Clayton?"

"We believe that to be true, yes."

"But who? Why?"

"We have evidence that the bomber was Sam Baker, whom you have already met."

"I have?"

"I believe you broke his nose last week."

"Oh, him him." Jack-san nodded. "Sam Baker... he bomb the lawyer too?"

"Yes. He is employed by Iswid Nahr."

"Who's he?"

"It is not a person-it is an organization based in Saudi Arabia."

"Ah," Jack-san said, nodding. "And I'll bet our friend Kemel is one of their top guns."

"Gun? No, he is a middle-level member."

"So what are they? Terrorists?"

"No, not at all. Iswid Nahr is an oil trade group."

"Like OPEC."

"Yes, but so very opposite. OPEC seeks to manage the flow of oil, tighten the spigot of production in order to secure price stabilization. Iswid Nahr wants to open that spigot wide. Its name translates as 'Black River.' It wishes Saudi Arabia to export oil at very maximum levels. Their thinking is that this will discourage development of foreign oil sources and keep the West-as well as my country-so very dependent on Middle East oil."

"Oil guys?" Jack-san said. "What's in this for them?"

"That is the question I was sent here to answer. Obviously Kemel Muhallal's mission here is to secure the Clayton technology at any cost."

"Obviously. But doesn't that go against your theory that this Iswid whatever blew up Clayton's plane?"

"I a.s.sure you that it is so very more than theory."

"Yeah, but think about it: If Kemel wants this 'technology,' why would he and his group blow up the guy who invented it?"

"Perhaps because the inventor was intending to sell it to us instead of to them."

Jack-san stared out the window. "Yeah, but to blow up a whole plane just to stop one man... two hundred forty-seven people dead..."

"Nearer to two hundred and sixty now," Yoshio said. When Jack-san gave him a puzzled look, he added, "You must count the arsonist, the lawyer, and Miss Clayton's first investigator. Also the pair that I removed at the Clayton house. Plus whoever you killed last night. Do you know how many?"

Jack-san shrugged. "Couldn't tell you. Didn't hang around to count. But whatever, the body count was way too high already. And all this is making less sense by the minute." He stared at Yoshio. "And you've got absolutely no idea what this Clayton technology is?"

Yoshio could answer that quite truthfully. "No."

"Kemel's big advantage is that he does. At least I hope he does. Hate to think he blew up a planeload of people on a hunch. So let's a.s.sume he does. That puts him way ahead of us."

Us... was Jack-san aligning himself with Yoshio-and therefore Kaze Group-or was it merely a word? This might be an avenue to explore.

"Kemel Muhallal has no right to the Clayton technology," Yoshio said. "My... country has a moral right to it because Mr. Clayton so obviously intended to sell it to us before he was murdered. And should we discover that it is so valuable as our trade minister said, we will buy it from his heir. Something Iswid Nahr does not seem to wish to do."

"Yeah, you've got that right," Jack-san said slowly. "They've offered to buy the house house... they've never breathed a word about an invention or technology. Maybe they think the price will be too high."

Yoshio shrugged. "Something so valuable will pay for itself, I would think."

"I would think too," Jack said. He twisted farther in the front seat. "So where does that leave us? Do we work together on this?"

"No," Yoshio said quickly. He always worked alone. To have a... partner partner-especially one not aligned with Kaze Group-was unthinkable.

Jack-san almost looked relieved. "Good. But I a.s.sume we can have a nonaggression pact. And can I a.s.sume that should Alicia and I dig up this Clayton technology, whatever it is, that we've got a buyer?"

"A potential potential buyer," Yoshio said. "It may be that this technology is of no use to us." buyer," Yoshio said. "It may be that this technology is of no use to us."

"Fair enough," Jack-san said, "but we'll give you first refusal." He extended his hand over the top of the front seat. "Deal?"

Yoshio hesitated. Something was wrong here. He had the weapon, but somehow this Jack-san had taken charge. And somehow this meeting had been all to the American's advantage. He had learned much while Yoshio had learned only that Ronald Clayton was a pedophile who had defiled his own children.

But still, an ally would not be a bad thing... if this was a man who could be trusted to keep his word.

Yoshio had a sense for these things, and he felt Jack-san was such a man.

They shook hands.

"It is a deal," he said.

Yes... a deal. But as Jack-san drove him back uptown, Yoshio decided it would be a good thing to keep a close watch on this man. If he could find him.

"What do you do now?" he said as he stepped out near the garage where he had parked his own car.