“That’s what I assumed,” Tristan said.
“They must really want us out of the way. They must be desperate, especially to try to shoot us in public like that. With Wendy they went to great pains to make it look like an accident.”
“The irony is they must think we know more than we do,” Tristan said. “if I were they and I knew how little we know, I wouldn’t bother with us.”
“Maybe they’re not as afraid of what we know as what we could find out,” Marissa sighed.
“I wonder how he tracked us down.”
“That’s another good question,” Tristan said.
“Maybe we should change hotels.”
“I don’t think it would make much difference,” Tristan said.
“This city seems to have an information underground. Take the proprietor of that tea sho , for instance; obviously he let the Wing Sin know we were there. I bet that if we change hotels, it wouldn’t remain a secret, not for long. At least here the security people are on the alert and will recognize the fellow who tried to attack us if he tries to come back.”
“And we’ll have to be very careful,” Marissa said, “especially tomorrow morning when we rendezvous with the man in the white suit.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Tristan said.
“I think we can assume that his loyalty will lie with whoever pays him the most squeeze.
We might have to take more than the agreed-upon ten thousand Hong Kong.”
“Can you afford this, Tris?” Marissa asked.
Tristan laughed.
“It’s only money,” he said.
April 19,1990 8:47 Am.
Dressed in his Sunday best and carrying a bouquet off flowers, Ned Kelly walked along Salisbury Road taking in the sights. He’d been to Hong Kong on a number of occasions. As always, he enjoyed the colorful scenery. He’d gotten in late the night before and had stayed at the Regent Hotel, thanks to Charles Lester. Ned had never stayed in such luxurious accommodations.
His only regret was that he’d arrived so late, he’d not been able to take advantage of any of the sizzling nightlife the Tsim Sha Tsui had to offer, As he approached the Peninsula Hotel, he began to look in the parked cars for Willy Tong. That had been the instructions. He found him sitting in a green Nissan Stanza parked in front of the Space Museum directly across from the hotel. Ned opened the passenger door and slid in on the front seat.
“You look smashing, mate,” Willy said.
“The flowers for me?”
“I do look good, don’t IT’ Ned said, pleased with his Harris tweed jacket, gabardine slacks, and brown loafers. He laid the flowers on the backseat.
“What’s the lay of the land?”
“It’s been quiet since the uproar I caused,” Willy said.
“I don’t know what could have happened. It was a perfect setup. The lobby was crowded just the way you told me was best. I was no more than two or three paces away from Williams when he whirled and attacked me!”
“Bad luck!” Ned said.
“Was the woman there?”
“Of course,” Willy said.
“She was standing right next to him.
In another ten seconds I’d have shot both of them.”
“Maybe she recognized you from the boat,” Ned said.
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. They still in the hotel?”
“Yes,” Willy said.
“I’ve been here most of the night. I tried calling again and was immediately put through. They haven’t moved.”
“That’s nice,” Ned said.
“What about the gun?”
“I got it,” Willy said. He leaned in front of Ned and snapped open the glove compartment. He took a handgun out and handed it butt first to Ned.
Ned whistled.
“A Heckler and Koch!” he said.
“My, my, this is first class. What about the silencer?”
Willy reached back into the glove compartment and handed Ned a small rectangular box. Ned opened the box and unwrapped the silencer.
“There’s something nice about using new equipment,” Ned said.
“One thing about FCA. They go first class on everything.”
Ned screwed the silencer into the pistol. It lengthened the barrel by a third. Then he snapped out the magazine and checked the shells. After making sure the chamber was empty, Ned cocked the gun and pulled the trigger. It had a nice, full-bodied click.