He said something in Japanese, then stood up and I hit him on the left temple with the Dan Wesson. It knocked him sideways into the chair and I caught him on the way down and dragged him back into the shadows. No one shouted and no one fired shots. The voices from the back of the house went on. Pike took him from me and said, "Go on. I'll catch up." His glasses shone catlike in the dark.

I said, "Joe."

He said, "I'll catch up." His voice was quiet, soft in the darkness. "You want the girl?"

We stood like that, both of us holding the man, and then I nodded and let Pike have him. I went back into the larger hall and followed it past the den and into the entry. When Pike caught up with me, there was a fine spray of blood across his sweatshirt.

The main entry was paneled and wide and open the way they made them in elegant old houses. To our right was the front door, and across from the front door there was a stair going up to the second floor. I said, "If they want her out of the way she'll be upstairs. Maybe the third floor. Old house, the servants' quarters were up under the roof."

We went up. There was an ornate landing and a long hall running the width of the house and no one sitting in chairs. At the west end of the hall there was another, narrower stair that went down to the kitchen and up to the third floor. Servants' stair. I said, "Check the rooms on this floor. I'll go up to three."

On the third floor, the walls were plain and the carpet was worn and it was still very warm from the summer sun. There was a rectangular landing with a tiny bath and two closed doors. I tried the first door. It was locked. I knocked lightly. "Mimi?"

Inside, Mimi Warren said, "Huh?"

I put my shoulder against the door and pushed hard and the old jamb gave. Mimi was sitting cross-legged and naked on a queen-sized bed with satin sheets. There were yellow roses in a vase by the bed. Her hair was brushed and her skin was bright and she was wearing a thin gold chain around her ankle. She didn't look scared and she didn't look crazy. She looked better than I had ever seen her. When she saw me, her whole body gave a jerk and her mouth opened. I touched my finger to my lips and said, "I'm going to get you out of here."

She screamed.

I ran to her and put my hand over her mouth and pulled her close to me. She made a sound like uhn and flailed and hit and tried to bite and the roses crashed to the floor. There was a tall skinny window in the room, open for air, and down on the terrace there were shouts and the sound of running men and then the heavy undeniable boom! of Pike's shotgun.

I let Mimi scream and took her around the waist and carried her down the stairs to the second floor. Pike was at the top of the main stair, firing down toward the front entry. I said, "Back here. Stairs down to the kitchen."

He fired off three quick rounds, then fell back, reloading as he came.

The servants' stair was long and steep, and a man with one eye appeared at the bottom when we were halfway down. I shot him once in the head and lifted Mimi over him and then we were off the stairs. We went through the laundry and across the kitchen and through a swinging door into the dining room just as Yuki Torobuni and the midget with stupid eyes and the three guys from Japan came in from the outside. Torobuni and the midget had guns. The guy from Japan with the pony tail had the Hagakure. The midget shouted something and Torobuni raised his gun and I shot him twice in the chest. He fell back into the guy with the pony-tail, knocking free the Hagakure. The guy with the ponytail threw himself in front of the two older guys and pushed them outside as the midget jumped forward, firing crazily into the floor and walls. Pike's shotgun boomed again and the midget slammed backward into the wall, a crimson halo over what used to be his head.

We were halfway across the dining room when Eddie Tang came in through the French doors. He didn't have a gun. I pointed the Dan Wesson at him anyway. "Get out of our way."

That's when the door behind us opened and the guy with the nothing mustache put a High Standard.45 automatic against the back of Joe Pike's head. Eddie liked that a lot. "Man," he said, "what a coupla assholes."

Chapter 35

Outside, cars were starting and there was more shooting and men running and then cars accelerating hard on the gravel drive.

The guy with the mustache took Pike's shotgun and.357 and my Dan Wesson. Eddie held out his hand toward Mimi and said, "Come on, Me. It's okay." Me.

He didn't snarl and he didn't sneer and he didn't treat her like a dumb kid he had used to get his way. He took off his jacket and put it around her. "You okay?"

"It's cold."

He rubbed her arms, cooing to her. He told her that he loved her, and he told her that they were going to be fine as soon as they got to Japan, and he told her everything was going to be just as he had promised. He said those things, and he meant them. Every word. It was not what I had expected, but then, things rarely were.

I said, "You didn't kill Ishida to get the book. You killed him because he wanted the book so bad he was going to hurt the girl to get it." The yakuza hadn't taken Mimi from Asano's. She'd gone with them. Just like she'd gone with Eddie from the hotel.

Mimi said, "Why can't you leave me alone? Why do you have to keep finding me? We're going to Japan. We're going to be happy."

Eddie gave Mimi a little squeeze and tipped his head toward the Hagakure. "Get the book."

She padded over and picked it up and padded back. The jacket fell off and she was naked again, but she didn't seem to notice.

I said, "These people killed Asano, Mimi. Doesn't that tell you something?"

Mimi gave me the out-from-under look, and there was something angry in her face. "He thought he was my father. He thought he could boss me just like my father." Her eyes went red and strained. "I don't have a father."

Eddie said, "Shh," the way you calm a nervous dog. He snapped at the Mustache Man, pissed and wanting to know where everyone had gone, and the Mustache Man snapped back.

I said, "You're right, kid. You don't. He bled to death where you dropped him on Mulholland Drive."

Mimi's left eye ticked.

Eddie said, "Shut the hell up."

There was a heavy thud from the front of the house, and loud voices, then another car roared to life.

I said, "Hey, Eddie, you love her so much, how'd you help? You turn the crank? You say, 'What the hell, off the old bastard?'"

Eddie gave me uncertain eyes and I knew then that it had been Mimi. Just Mimi. Eddie probably hadn't even known. She'd gone off, maybe slipped away from him, just done it, then come back and told him, juiced and a little bit crazy. Blood simple. You could see it in his face. Eddie Tang, yakuza murder freak, even Eddie couldn't imagine killing his own father.

Mimi pulled at him. "Let's go, Eddie. I wanna go now."

I said, "She's sick, Eddie. She needs to go back and work with people who know what they're doing. If she doesn't, she'll never be right."

Mimi said, "No."

I said, "Leave her. I'll see she gets help."

Mimi said, "No."

The guy with the nothing mustache shouted something, wanting to finish it and go, but Eddie ignored him. Eddie knew there was something wrong, but he was fighting it. "She goes back, they'll put her in jail for killing her old man."

I shook my head. "They'll put her in a hospital. They'll work with her."

Outside, men crashed around the side of the house. Eddie barked something else in Japanese to the Mustache Man, then turned back through the French doors and yelled. Just as he did, a fat guy with no hair slammed out of the kitchen, waving a gun and screaming. Mustache Man looked, and when he did, Joe Pike took the High Standard out of his hand and shot the fat guy. I hit Mustache Man in the face with a roundhouse kick, and he went down, and then Eddie Tang was back in the house. It had taken maybe a third of a second.