White Tiger (22 page)

Class act, sister.
“So you would have no idea who would want Lin Dan dead?” Ryker kept his tone disbelieving even though his gut told him it was the truth. “Funny, his wife said the same thing. Lin Dan was certainly an international man of mystery, wasn’t he? Or is it just a common trait in Chinese women, to be so dismissive of the men in their lives?”

“I do not know Lin Dan’s wife, so I can’t speak for her, sergeant. Lin Dan was not dismissive of me, but yes, I was of him. He served a single purpose for me, and that was all.”

“So you won’t be mourning his passing then,” Ryker declared.

Xiaohui paused. She took a deep breath and let it loose in one long sigh.

“I never wished him dead. The way he died looked quite horrible. But all I can think of is, he must have brought it upon himself. And whoever did it was very professional, I would think. For me not to have heard anything
—
”

“Did he have an orgasm, Miss Zhu?”

The sudden swerve in the line of questioning knocked her off balance.

“I’m sorry?” she asked, blinking her eyes.

“I asked, did he have an orgasm. With you?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, what does this have to do with
—
”

“Indications are that he was apparently in the midst of ejaculating when he died,” Ryker continued. “Given your obvious talents, it’s pretty obvious that you’re more than reasonably capable of inducing that condition in a man.”

“Lin Dan only came with me once last night, sergeant,” Xiaohui responded slowly, and Ryker could see that the sudden revelation had put her guard up.

“I’m sorry, Miss Zhu, but you’ll be coming with us. Our criminologists will need to conduct a physical survey of your person for DNA evidence, and we’ll also need access to your residence. For your sake, I very much hope that we can find the clothes yow were wearing last night.”

The alarm that spread across her face was so genuine that it was almost surprising.

“You’re
arresting
me?” she asked, completely shocked.

“That’s what we call it.” Ryker turned to Chee Wei. “Detective Fong, Mirandize Miss Zhu, if you don’t mind. I’ll take her in custody, then we’ll have Taraval send a unit to transport Miss Zhu to Metro.”

Chee Wei closed his notebook and slipped it back inside his jacket. His face was expressionless.

“On your feet please, Miss Zhu,” he said, all business. He reached behind his badge holder and pulled out his Miranda card as Ryker pulled his handcuffs from their pouch at the small of his back.

Xiaohui Zhu slowly rose to her feet. Ryker took her left wrist and turned her around so that she faced the couch, then slapped the cuffs on. She gasped at the contact, and when he turned her around again, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

“I did not kill Lin Dan,” she whispered.
“I did not do it.”

“Well, someone sure did,” Ryker said, “and until I find someone else who fits the bill, you’re the only show in town. Look at it this way, at least you’re getting all of our attention. That should mean something to a girl like you, right, Miss Zhu?”

Chee Wei shot him a disapproving look, but Ryker ignored it. It was uncalled for and wholly unprofessional, but he couldn’t resist the jibe. Xiaohui Zhu was as heartless a bitch as they came, and times were tough all around. He would get to the bottom of it eventually, so long as he stayed on the case, and one component to that was keeping the girl away from the elder Lin’s goons. After things were squared away, he would personally see to it that she got on a plane to Shanghai, and that would be that.

CHAPTER 10

Tokyo, Japan

“Moshi-Moshi.”

Again, Ryoko’s voice was like smoke and bourbon in still air, revealing nothing, promising everything.

“It’s Jerry. Free tonight?”

A brief pause. “I have a calendar shoot tomorrow. They want to start early.”

“Ah.” Manning shifted the phone to his right ear, driving with his left as he drove with the sporadic traffic down Amashita-dori. “What time do you have to get up by?”

“At least seven-thirty. If I can.”

“I see. Well...I have to get up early tomorrow, too. So I’m not asking for a late night or anything. I was thinking dinner.”

Another pause. “I see. What did you have in mind?”

“Bourbon Street?”

“Mmm...” Ryoko took a moment and thought it over. “Too spicy. I would prefer Cicada.”

“Then Cicada it is. What time shall I get you?”

“Seven o’clock, please.”

“I’ll see you at seven.”

###

He was a little late making it to Ryoko’s due to traffic, but she didn’t seem to mind, especially when he came around and opened the passenger door for her. She touched his cheek as she slid into the Legend; Japan was a place where women didn’t often experience people opening doors for them of their own volition.

Cicada was a trendy Mediterranean restaurant situated on Gaien-Nishi streets in the Manimi-Azabu district. It was run by a Westerner who had been trained in the culinary arts of Spain, and the establishment had a rather unique focus on sherry. As the server led them to their table, Manning could see the eyes of most of the men following Ryoko as she strolled with a quiet confidence through the restaurant. She was dressed in an understated but elegant black skirt and matching silk blouse, but the clothes clung to the curves of her body in a way that was guaranteed to attract attention. When the Japanese patrons saw that she was with a tall, middle-aged
gaijin
, they immediately dropped their eyes. Manning could figure out their thoughts of the arrangement easily enough.

After they were seated, Manning declined the wine list, settling for water instead. They ordered appetizers
—
roasted calamari stuffed with prosciutto for him and lobster gazpacho cocktail for her
—
which were delivered to them with a rapid grace that Manning admired. And Ryoko was approached twice by young men, seeking her autograph. Manning found that to be surreal, to be seated in a fine dining establishment as a well-dressed man in his 30s gushed to Ryoko, telling her she was his favorite AV star. Ryoko thanked both of them graciously, signed autographs, and posed for pictures which were taken on the admirers’ cell phones.

“I’m sorry,” Ryoko apologized after each interruption.

“Gosh, maybe I should get an autograph too. I could probably sell it for millions of yen online.”

“I don’t think so. Even my underwear doesn’t go for that much.”

Manning coughed and sputtered. Ryoko laughed gently and squeezed his hand.

“So how long will you be working tomorrow?” Manning asked after he had recovered his composure.

“Mmm. This is good,” Ryoko commented as she tasted the shrimp. “I’m afraid I’m not sure. For most of the day, at least. It’s a week-long shoot, here in Tokyo, then some shots in the south. It’ll be brutally hot down there this time of year, but it could be worse.”

Manning cocked a brow. “Well, seeing as you won’t have much on anyway....”

Ryoko laughed. “You are a
dirty
old man!”

“As always, darling, as always.” Manning tried to keep the tone light, despite the fact that he would be leaving Japan for God knew how long. Usually, he relished the idea of leaving, even if it was for a short time; as a stranger in a decidedly strange land, there were times when leaving was a practical necessity, if just to preserve what might be left of his sanity. But with all that had happened, and all that might happen now that Chen Gui was back, Manning was uneasy. Add to that the mystery surrounding his latest assignment. During their professional relationship, Chen Gui had never been one to “loan out” Manning’s services, which likely meant there was more to the assignment than what the Shanghainese had told him. Much, much more.

Dinner was served. Manning chose the lamb tagine, while Ryoko surprisingly took the grilled sirloin with cresson. He sometimes wondered just how much she ate when they weren’t together, because when they did dine out, she didn’t seem fazed by such things as counting calories.

The wonders of the 23-year-old metabolism,
he thought.

He must’ve been staring at her for a little too long, because she suddenly began staring back. Manning withstood it for a few moments. “What is it?”

“I was going to ask the same thing.”

Manning leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Sorry, was just someplace else, I guess.”

“Are you all right?” Ryoko asked.

“Sure.”

After a moment, she reached across the table and touched his hand lightly. “I think maybe that’s not so?”

Manning sighed. “I’ll be going away for a while, Ryo-chan.”

“Oh?” Ryoko looked down at her plate suddenly. After a brief pause, she cut off another piece of steak. “Can you tell me where?” She knew better than to ask what he would be doing.

“San Francisco. Home, actually.”

“Ah.” She smiled and looked back up at him. “So it’s not so bad, then.”

“I will be working, unfortunately.”

“I see. Well. You’ll be all right?”

Manning put down his silverware and clasped his hands before him. “That’s actually what I wanted to ask you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. And there may be times when I won’t be able to contact you, or vice versa. It could be a few days, or a few weeks. Maybe even a few months.”

“That long,” she said. Her tone was unconcerned, but she wasn’t meeting his eyes right now, and that bothered Manning more than he might have normally cared to admit.

“Yes, maybe that long. And I need to know you’ll be okay during that time.”

Ryoko met his eyes after a time. “When did you find this out?”

“Just this morning.”

“And you’ll be leaving tomorrow?”

“Yes. My flight leaves at about six tomorrow evening. So...how about it? Will you be able to get along...?”

Ryoko smiled again. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”

She leaned back in her chair and faced him directly. “I’ll be fine, Jerry. You don’t have to feel like you always need to take care of me.”

Oh but I do, young one, I do.
“I don’t mean it that way, of course. But...well, things haven’t been that great in the past. For either of us. And I will be coming back to Japan after all, but I just want to make sure. That you’ll be able to get along.”

“Certainly!”

Manning smiled tightly and returned to his dinner. It didn’t taste quite as good as it had before, but he kept at it. They finished their meals in silence, and declined both dessert and coffee. Manning drove her home, and she was at her apartment by nine.

As Manning put the car in park and started to open his door to get out, Ryoko put her hand on his left wrist.

“Please wait.”

Manning settled back in the Legend’s leather seat, and looked over at her. She kept her gaze focused on the car parked in the space ahead of them. For the longest of moments, she did not speak. She didn’t even move, and it was only the rise and fall of her bosom that convinced him she was still alive.