down in front of me.
“ Salud ,” the old gangster said, extending his glass.
“Salud,” I answered. I sipped carefully, letting the fumes engulf my face. A drop of brandy pooled on my tongue. Warmth. The scent of oak and vanilla. A fine drink, shared with a vicious felon. But you take the good things in life where you can find them.
“You mentioned help?” Osorio said. He set the brandy down on the table and was very still.
“A minor thing,” I shrugged, “some information. Nothing more.”
Osorio’s head tilted to one side as he watched me. “There is information and there is information.”
“This matter has nothing to do with your immediate …” I paused to think of a good euphemism, “… concerns.”
His lips tightened in displeasure. “My concerns are many, Dr. Burke. I doubt you are intimately familiar with them.”
I held up a placating hand. “I meant no disrespect. As far as I know, the information would not directly impact upon you. Nor would it be used that way.”
Something flickered behind his eyes. He sat forward slightly. “We shall see.”
So I explained about Chie Miyazaki and her boyfriend Lim, and how I needed to find them for her father.
“A father’s concerns are to be respected,” Osorio said, nodding. “But why come to me?”
I didn’t fidget, although I felt the need. “This Lim, the boyfriend,” I ventured. “He’s a conduit for drugs.”
“And you thought?” Osorio left the question dangling.
“I thought someone with your … wide range of acquaintances might be able to find some hint as to his whereabouts.”
Osorio smiled then, big square teeth. “A wide range of acquaintances. I like that, Dr. Burke.” He sipped his brandy and his eyes narrowed. “And in return?”
I sensed the whisper of warning swirling up inside my head. “As you know, Don Osorio, I am a man of limited resources and poor skills.” He smirked at that, but he let me continue. “I can offer my goodwill, my services as a teacher …”
Osorio was not impressed. “I left the schoolroom many years ago, Dr. Burke.” I started to speak, but he held up a hand.
“Please. Let us simply say I may call upon you in the future for a discussion if I have the need for you?” He gave it the intonation of a question, but there was nothing interrogative about the statement. The message was clear. I was in his debt.
I took a deep breath, sure I had made a terrible mistake. “Thank you.”
Osorio shook his head. “Please. Who is to say my own ‘limited resources’ will be of any use? Let us simply say it is my pleasure to offer this gesture to un maestro de la espada .”
I stood up and nodded my thanks. But our eyes locked and we both knew what had just happened. I owed him now. And he never forgot a debt and never failed to collect payment.
I left the murmur of the restaurant and headed out into the cold. As I pulled my collar up around me, I shivered.
I remembered seeing a film once about someone who raised wolves. When the interviewer saw how the wolves appeared tame in their owner’s hands, he asked whether the animals were capable of affection, whether they loved him.
The trainer ruffled the thick neck of one of the animals. Its eyes were clear and wide and totally unfathomable. “Love me?” he asked. “They tolerate me because I feed them.”
I thought of Osorio then: similar eyes, similar appetites.
Chapter 5
The second man who stood guard with Ito was named Goro. He never said much, simply waited in the background. He was deeply contained in much the same way a bear trap is: stretched to stillness and ready to snap. Ito must have been similar when he was younger, but time and discipline had polished him. It wasn’t that he was any less dangerous, simply that he had grown more comfortable with waiting. He sat easily across from me in a Midtown bar, nodding as I described my activity to date.
“Perhaps your contact can find something we could not,” he admitted.
“ Salud ,” the old gangster said, extending his glass.
“Salud,” I answered. I sipped carefully, letting the fumes engulf my face. A drop of brandy pooled on my tongue. Warmth. The scent of oak and vanilla. A fine drink, shared with a vicious felon. But you take the good things in life where you can find them.
“You mentioned help?” Osorio said. He set the brandy down on the table and was very still.
“A minor thing,” I shrugged, “some information. Nothing more.”
Osorio’s head tilted to one side as he watched me. “There is information and there is information.”
“This matter has nothing to do with your immediate …” I paused to think of a good euphemism, “… concerns.”
His lips tightened in displeasure. “My concerns are many, Dr. Burke. I doubt you are intimately familiar with them.”
I held up a placating hand. “I meant no disrespect. As far as I know, the information would not directly impact upon you. Nor would it be used that way.”
Something flickered behind his eyes. He sat forward slightly. “We shall see.”
So I explained about Chie Miyazaki and her boyfriend Lim, and how I needed to find them for her father.
“A father’s concerns are to be respected,” Osorio said, nodding. “But why come to me?”
I didn’t fidget, although I felt the need. “This Lim, the boyfriend,” I ventured. “He’s a conduit for drugs.”
“And you thought?” Osorio left the question dangling.
“I thought someone with your … wide range of acquaintances might be able to find some hint as to his whereabouts.”
Osorio smiled then, big square teeth. “A wide range of acquaintances. I like that, Dr. Burke.” He sipped his brandy and his eyes narrowed. “And in return?”
I sensed the whisper of warning swirling up inside my head. “As you know, Don Osorio, I am a man of limited resources and poor skills.” He smirked at that, but he let me continue. “I can offer my goodwill, my services as a teacher …”
Osorio was not impressed. “I left the schoolroom many years ago, Dr. Burke.” I started to speak, but he held up a hand.
“Please. Let us simply say I may call upon you in the future for a discussion if I have the need for you?” He gave it the intonation of a question, but there was nothing interrogative about the statement. The message was clear. I was in his debt.
I took a deep breath, sure I had made a terrible mistake. “Thank you.”
Osorio shook his head. “Please. Who is to say my own ‘limited resources’ will be of any use? Let us simply say it is my pleasure to offer this gesture to un maestro de la espada .”
I stood up and nodded my thanks. But our eyes locked and we both knew what had just happened. I owed him now. And he never forgot a debt and never failed to collect payment.
I left the murmur of the restaurant and headed out into the cold. As I pulled my collar up around me, I shivered.
I remembered seeing a film once about someone who raised wolves. When the interviewer saw how the wolves appeared tame in their owner’s hands, he asked whether the animals were capable of affection, whether they loved him.
The trainer ruffled the thick neck of one of the animals. Its eyes were clear and wide and totally unfathomable. “Love me?” he asked. “They tolerate me because I feed them.”
I thought of Osorio then: similar eyes, similar appetites.
Chapter 5
The second man who stood guard with Ito was named Goro. He never said much, simply waited in the background. He was deeply contained in much the same way a bear trap is: stretched to stillness and ready to snap. Ito must have been similar when he was younger, but time and discipline had polished him. It wasn’t that he was any less dangerous, simply that he had grown more comfortable with waiting. He sat easily across from me in a Midtown bar, nodding as I described my activity to date.
“Perhaps your contact can find something we could not,” he admitted.
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