Peter May - Snakehead

Li said, ‘And how are you going to stop me having you arrested?’

Soong laughed in his face. ‘You can’t have me arrested, Li. You have no evidence. Not a scrap. And I am a respectable citizen, a democratically elected member of the city council.’

Li started to circle the table, Soong watching carefully his every step. ‘Tell me how you managed to keep your identity a secret for so long, Soong,’ Li said.

Soong shrugged. ‘Quite simple. When you employ so many people in so many different countries, you never deal directly with any of them. Everything is delegated. So there are only a handful of people who know my real identity, and they are all making far too much money to betray me.’

‘So what am I doing here?’

‘You’re here to be bribed, Mr. Li. To put your tail between your legs and fuck off back to where you came from. And take your sister with you. That way you both get to live long and happy lives.’

‘No one walking around with a killer virus in their genes is going to live a long and happy life,’ Li said.

Soong waved his hand dismissively. ‘Like I said, I’m not going to debate this with you. Name your price.’

Li said, ‘You can’t count that high.’

Soong let his double chin sink on to his chest, a smile on his thick lips. He gave a gentle shake of his head. ‘Why did I just know you were going to be one of those?’ he asked. Then he lifted his head and said brightly, ‘I’ll tell you why. Because my whole organisation operates on the basis that people everywhere are corruptible. And they are. From high and low-ranking officials in the Chinese bureaucracy, to immigration and law enforcement officials across the world. Almost everyone has his price. I say “almost”, because there are always the exceptions. The ones who think they know better, or think they are better. Losers. People with a gift for dying young. You develop an instinct for them.’

‘What a fine judge of character you are,’ Li said.

Soong searched Li’s face to find in it a reflection of the irony in his voice. But his expression was blank. There was something infuriatingly superior about him, and it was getting under Soong’s skin. He said, ‘It is for occasions just such as these that I took out my own insurance policy right here in the United States. In spite of what Congress might like to tell the world, officials in Meiguo are just as corruptible as they are in the People’s Republic.’

His eyes lifted beyond Li toward the door, and Li cursed his lapse in concentration. He felt, more than heard, the movement behind him, and turned as the door swung open. His stomach lurched as he saw Margaret standing in the doorway, bloodless and scared. Perception followed a split second after incomprehension, but in that tiny fraction of time he felt as if the eight pints of blood coursing through his veins had turned to ice. And then he saw the gun at her head and, as she moved out of the shadow, the tense face of Fuller immediately behind her. ‘Damn you, Li,’ the FBI agent hissed. ‘I knew you were going to be trouble.’ He glanced nervously at Soong. ‘Just as well the bitch called me, or she’d have been a witness to your phone call.’

Soong grinned. ‘It was easy keeping him talking. He was eager listener.’ And he turned smiling eyes on Li as if to try to underline his superiority while undermining Li’s.

Fuller pushed Margaret into the room. He had her hair held in a tight bunch in his fist at the back of her head, his gun pressed to her skull just above the ear. ‘What now?’ His eyes were glassy and unfocused, a reflection of his uncertainty.

Li exhaled deeply, thoughts tumbling through his mind like a waterfall, but any clarity obscured by the spray. ‘Change of circumstances,’ he said, turning to Soong. ‘We could discuss your offer now.’

‘Too late,’ Soong said. ‘I couldn’t trust you. You’ve already played your hand. And, like you said, I’m a fine judge of character.’

‘For Christ’s sake speak English,’ Fuller said edgily. Li glanced at him and knew that his fear made him even more dangerous.

‘We were discussing the terms of a bribe,’ he said.

Fuller flicked darting eyes toward Soong who gave the slightest shake of his head.

Margaret was watching him closely. She said in as strong a voice as she could muster, ‘You don’t want to kill us in here, Mr. Soong. You’d leave too many traces. Blood is very hard to get out of a carpet.’

Soong nodded. ‘This true. Maybe more fun to shoot you in head down on field. Chinese-style execution.’ He smiled at Li. ‘That how you do it in PRC, yes?’

But Fuller wasn’t playing. ‘No games, Soong. Let’s just take them somewhere safe and get this over with.’

‘And if we refuse to go?’ Margaret asked.

‘Then I’ll fucking shoot you where you stand,’ Fuller said. ‘I think Mr. Soong can afford to replace the carpet.’

‘I’m sure Mr. Soong can afford lots of things.’ The voice came out of left field, taking them all by surprise. Hrycyk stood in the shadow of the door, his gun pointing directly at Fuller. ‘I’m sure he can afford to pay lawyers to keep him on Death Row for ten years. But this is Texas. We’ll still juice him in the end.’ He nodded toward the FBI agent. ‘Why don’t you just lay that gun on the table, Agent Fuller?’ He let a tiny jet of air escape from between discoloured front teeth. ‘Fucking FBI!’

Fuller swung toward Hrycyk, pulling Margaret in front of him, and fired toward the INS man. Hrycyk spun away against a panel of switches on the wall, a bullet spitting from his gun. Margaret saw blood running on varnished wood before the lights went out. But she had no time to think about it before all the air was knocked from her lungs as Li piled into both her and Fuller, smashing them against the wall. The three of them fell in a tangle to the floor. Margaret was trapped between the two of them, wriggling to get free. And then her head was filled with light and a crashing pain as Fuller’s foot made contact with her skull. She gasped, and felt the power ebbing from her limbs. She went limp, a dead weight on top of Li, but still vaguely conscious. She was aware of Li pushing her aside and clambering to his feet. In a moment the light came on again, and Li was crouching beside her, helping her to sit up.

‘I’m okay, I’m okay,’ she heard herself saying, and she looked around the room, which was burning out in her head in the sudden light. Soong was lying bleeding profusely on to his carpet from a wound high up in his thigh. He was clutching his leg and whimpering in fear and pain. Hrycyk was on his feet again, leaning against the door by the light switches, blood oozing through the fingers of a hand clutching his upper right arm.

‘Sonofabitch, sonofabitch!’ he kept saying.

There was no sign of Fuller. Fear stabbed jaggedly into Margaret’s consciousness. She struggled to her knees. ‘Where is he? Where’s Fuller?’

Li jerked his head toward the sliding glass door. ‘Out there somewhere.’ And even as he said it, they heard him clattering across plastic seats in the dark.

Hrycyk held out his gun toward Li. ‘Go get him.’

Li hesitated. He glanced at Margaret. ‘I’m fine,’ she said.

‘Jesus Christ, go!’ Hrycyk screamed.

Li stood up, took the gun from his outstretched hand, and then slipped out into the darkness of the stadium.

Margaret sat gasping on the floor. She had a hammering headache now. Hrycyk stood in the doorway, breathing stertorously. Soong was still whimpering and bleeding on the carpet. Margaret struggled to her feet and crossed to Hrycyk. Without a word she took his hand away from his arm and peeled off his jacket. He let her tear away the sleeve of his shirt without protest, keeping his eyes averted. He didn’t even want to look at the wound. He heard Margaret gasp derisively.