“I’m supposed to be afraid of a woman?” Piet snorted.

I had no intention of playing the fool. “Tell me about her.”

“She goes nowhere without her three sons. I suspect their father is the devil and Mrs. Ling won custody. These are vicious people. I do not deal with them unless I have to.”

“Where are the Lings?” My impatience showed. Fine. I’d face the badass Lings. I just wanted to get close to Edward. I’d thought of my child in that moment when I thought I might die, and now I couldn’t shake the thought of my baby.

“You can call them,” Gregor said. “Don’t involve me. Tell her you would like to propose a business deal to your mutual advantage.”

“He sounds like a Dickens novel,” Piet muttered. I hadn’t expected literary knowledge from Piet. I reminded myself not to underestimate him.

“Thank you, Gregor,” I said. It occurred to me that Gregor could solve a couple of problems for himself as soon as we left by calling the Lings and telling them we intended trouble. Or that we were trouble. “C’mon, Piet.” The plan on how to use the Lings to get rid of a chunk of the gang was already forming in my head but Piet said, “Wait.”

I turned back. Piet stared at Gregor, who stared back.

“What?” Gregor said. “What’s the matter?”

“He’s real nervous today. He’s afraid you’ll warn the Lings about us and so he’s thinking about killing you,” I said. I believe in honesty in all dealings with people like Gregor. He was a crook, but he was not a vicious killer and rapist like Piet. Garbage has different levels.

Piet shot a look at me.

“But if he kills you, I’ll kill him,” I said.

Piet shot out his arm and grabbed Gregor by the throat. Gregor tried to wrench away, his thin, delicate fingers plucking at the sausages that made up Piet’s hand.

“Listen,” Piet said. “You keep your goddamned mouth shut and you’ll get a cut.”

“All right, all right,” Gregor choked. Piet pulled out the short sword and ran it along Gregor’s jaw with a frightening tenderness.

“Let him go,” I said. “Now.”

Piet pushed Gregor away. Gregor gagged and fell to the floor. He spat out the garlic lozenge, huffing for breath.

“We’re all cool. All cool.”

Piet stormed out of the watch shop.

“It will be okay, Gregor. He won’t bother you again. I promise.”

Gregor didn’t look at me. “Please don’t come see me again. Please. I don’t want to stay in the business. I don’t want to be tied to whatever you’re doing. I have a wife. A child. Please.”

I’d pushed him too far and he wanted out; I couldn’t blame him. He’d given me a lot.

“Okay, Gregor. Thank you for helping me.”

Piet had repaired to a café across the street.

I sat down across from him and he said, “You do not issue the orders. The next time you do that in front of someone, I will take the wakizashi and I’ll lop off a finger. Do you understand me? You’re nobody here. Nobody.”

“I’m a nobody who’s saving your ass and don’t you forget it. The next time you decide to strangle someone who’s helping us, I will take your wakizashi and drive it into your back. You understand me?”

He glared at me. “Fuck you.”

“Listen to me. Edward and his people are just about done with you. That’s clear to me if not to you. They’ve had their fill of your screwups. So either we get the shipment or they’re going to kill us both.”

Piet said nothing as his beer was put on the table. I shook my head at the waiter. “I will find out where the Lings have a shipment heading for Amsterdam, one we can intercept.”

“How will you—?”

“I will. Trust me. But give me tonight to do it.” I stood. Piet stared down at his beer. “Give me a number where you can be reached.” He spouted one off and I memorized it. I didn’t want to leave him but I had to. He could duck and run now. But I couldn’t show him how I intended to find the Lings without tipping my hand on my past.

Because I’d heard of the Lings. One of the suits, the young one, had mentioned the name in the briefing, a minute before Lucy called me and the bomb went off. The Company was watching the Lings.

60

THE RODE PRINS WAS EMPTY INSIDE; its few customers were all outside basking in the sun. Henrik wiped down the bar and nodded politely as I approached.

“You saved me,” I said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sam. I don’t like that man. Not a bit.”

“I don’t like him either. Where is Mila?”

“She is upstairs.”

I caught her coming down. “We need to talk,” I said.

She turned around without a word and we went into the apartment. I started to speak and she delivered a slap right across my face. It stung.

“What the hell—”

“We did not bring you inside,” she hissed, “just so you can find your wife, who is probably a traitor. We brought you in so you could do good. Actual, real good.”

“Didn’t I?”

“You left those women there.” Agony layered her voice. “It is beyond indecent, Sam.”

“The Company was there. My friend August was there—”

“And they abandoned the women. They left them behind.”

That couldn’t be. I tried to think of a reason why Howell would have done such a thing. “Mila… they had wounded and they were operating on Dutch soil without clearance. They had their covers to protect… they would have called the police, I’m sure.”

“You are sure. So they, and you, leave women chained like dogs in darkness?” Her voice broke.

“Mila, where are the women now?”

“They are with friends of mine. I will make sure they are returned home.”

“Mila, I did my best to protect them.” I took a step closer to her, her slap still stinging my cheek. “I kept Piet from hurting them again or taking them with us. I’m sorry if I let you down.”

She bit her lip, clutching her elbows. “You will have to fend on your own. I need to help the women.”

“You’re abandoning me?”

“You abandoned them.”

“You know that’s not true. I set it up so they could be freed. Mila, why are you being this way?”

She looked at the ground. “Because I have to be this way, Sam. Listen carefully. If you have to leave Amsterdam, my employers own a bar in just about every major city in the world. Do a search for ‘Roger Cadet’ on your phone and you’ll find the address for the closest one. Go there and tell the manager that Roger Cadet asked you to stop by and you will be helped, whatever you need.”

“Who’s Roger Cadet?”

“The supposed owner. But he doesn’t exist. It’s just a password. But every bar’s location is encoded with it so it’ll show up on a GPS map.”

“These bars are a chain?”

“No. Each bar is unique. But each can serve as a safe house for you.”

I took a step toward her. “I am so close, Mila. So close to finding this Edward jerk, and to finding my wife and child. To saving Yasmin Zaid. Please don’t walk away. Help me.”

“You don’t need me, Sam. You need only yourself, and your unbroken focus. Everything else is a distraction. And I have to help these women. I have to.”

She spoke from a place of pain and I couldn’t argue with her. “All right.”

“I can always be reached at this number.” She gave me a cell phone number; I repeated it and she nodded.

“Good luck, Sam.” She left. I didn’t want her to go; but in one way it was easier. Because there was no way in hell she would agree to what I was going to do next. I went to my duffel bag, where I’d stashed it under the bed, and I pulled out the cell phone August had given me a lifetime ago in Brooklyn.

I went downstairs and I walked a half mile away and stood on a bridge that spanned the Prinsengracht. A sightseeing boat cruised below me; a group of students, laughing, walked past me. I dialed.