Gone in Hong Kong (A Nick Teffinger Thriller / Read in Any Order)
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“Just do as you’re told,” he said. “I’m here to protect you.”
“Bullshit!”
“Just give me two minutes and you’ll understand.”
He led her to a car and made her get in the passenger seat.
“Don’t even think about shouting. I’m sorry to be so rough,” he said. “I need you to listen while I tell you what’s going on. The woman you’re with—Emmanuelle Laurent—killed your father. You’re next unless you come to your senses.”
“Bullshit.”
“Let me show you something,” the man said. He pulled a picture out of his wallet and stuck it in Prarie’s face. It showed him and Emmanuelle with their arms around each other, smiling. “She used to be my lover,” he said.
PRARIE FLASHED BACK TO MOMENTS AGO, in the lobby when she asked Emmanuelle if she knew the face in the printout.
Emmanuelle said, “No.”
That was a lie.
Emmanuelle had just lied to her, not more than two minutes ago.
“What did she do, to get you to cooperate?” he asked.
Prarie didn’t know whether she should actually talk to the man or not. Then, suddenly, something about him felt right. Here was actually here to help.
She could tell.
“She told me she was with an insurance company,” she said.
The man grunted.
“That’s so like her,” he said. “She’s a genius when she needs to be. Trust me, there is no insurance company. That’s nothing more than a blatant lie. She’s out to get five original paintings and stick them in her own pocket. Once you outlive your usefulness, she’s going to do the same thing to you that she did to your father.”
Prarie swallowed.
“She’ll be coming out any minute.”
The man cranked over the engine.
“Too bad for her, we’ll already be gone.”
HE PULLED INTO THICK HONG KONG TRAFFIC and said, “I can’t believe you’re still alive.”
“Me too, actually.”
“You’ve had close calls?”
Prarie nodded.
The man shook his head in disapproval. “Emmanuelle would put your life on the line a hundred times if she thought it would be to her advantage.” A pause, then, “Trust, me, I know from firsthand experience.”
Prarie studied his face.
It was a good face.
“What’s your name?”
“Sebastian,” he said. “Sebastian Dexteau. I’m from Paris.”
“I already figured that much. Me too.”
He smiled.
“Yes, I know,” he said. “You can’t believe what I’ve gone through to find you. And I can’t believe I actually did. My suggestion is that we go straight to the airport and put you on a plane right away.”
“Good idea.”
They drove that way.
“What are you going to do, after I leave?” she asked.
He grunted.
“I don’t even want to tell you,” he said. “You’ll think I’m nuts.”
She cocked her head, curious.
“Tell me,” she said.
“Okay,” he said, “but no laughing out loud. You can do it quietly, to yourself, but don’t do it out loud. You need to promise.”
She promised.
“What I’m going to do is try to save her,” Sebastian said, “before she gets in so deep that she can’t get out.”
Prarie studied him.
“You still love her,” she said.
“Regretfully, yes.”
Silence.
Then Prarie said, “You’re going to need help.”
HE LOOKED AT HER SKEPTICALLY.
“You want to stick around to kill her, for killing your father,” he said. “She’s crazy and she deserves it, but I can’t let you do that.”
Prarie exhaled.
He was partly right.
“I need her to look me in the eyes and apologize,” Prarie said. “That won’t bring him back, I understand that, but maybe it will bring me some closure.”
Sebastian looked skeptical.
“It won’t,” he said.
Chapter Ninety-Four
Day Eight—August 10
Monday Night
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MONDAY NIGHT IT STORMED. A monsoon rain poured out of a black Hong Kong sky. Fan Rae gave Teffinger a kiss shortly after dark, handed him some rope, reminded him she was going to be his sex slave when she got back in a couple of hours, and then left. Teffinger followed her in the Honda quite a ways to a place called Aberdeen Harbour. There, Fan Rae parked her car and headed towards the water on foot.
Teffinger followed, silently with a heavy heart, knowing that life as he knew it was minutes away from ending.
The rain was hard.
But it was also warm.
He didn’t care about it.
Fan Rae took a position in the shadows and stared across the water. Teffinger wasn’t sure what she was fixated on. The boat at the end of the dock, directly across the water, appeared to be an old decommissioned steel vessel that had been converted into living quarters.
Lights were on inside.
The rest of the boats on the dock were dark and abandoned.
He should have brought binoculars and cursed himself for not having the foresight. Someone was on board the steel vessel. Every so often, a dark silhouette passed behind one of the window coverings.
Teffinger’s heart pounded.
D’Asia?
Was the silhouette d’Asia?
A dog laid on the deck, quiet but not asleep; unfettered by the storm and maybe even liking it after the heat of the day.
SUDDENLY A DOOR OPENED and a woman stepped out, holding a bowl in her hands. The rain was coming down too hard to get a good look at her, but she had the same posture and size as d’Asia. She set the bowl in front of the dog, patted him on the head and went back to the door. Just before it closed, the light caught her just right.
D’Asia!
It was definitely d’Asia!
“I’ll be damned.”
Then something unexpected happened.
The black silhouette of a man appeared on the roof of the boat. He jumped down on cat feet, directly next to the dog, and stabbed a knife in the back of the animal’s head before that head even raised halfway up. The canine flattened without making a sound.
Then the man crept towards the door.
The door that d’Asia had just gone in.
He opened it, stepped inside and shut it behind him.
Teffinger ran as fast as his legs let him to the end of the dock and dived into the water. As soon as he got to the surface he broke into his most powerful overhand stroke.
SECONDS LATER, he muscled his heavy soaking body onto the dock, bounded onto the boat and busted through the door.
D’Asia was on her back.
Her face was bloody.
Her eyes were terrified.
A man was on top of her, straddling her chest.
He had a knife to her face, taunting her before he killed her.
Teffinger took two steps towards him and hurled his body through the air.
The man recoiled lightning fast.
Teffinger felt the knife sink into his chest.
He twisted.
The knife came with him.
As he pulled it out, the man ran towards the door.
Teffinger got a better look at him.
He was big, almost as big as Teffinger and strong as a python.
Teffinger’s instinct was to let him go
His other instinct was to kill him.
The man was on the deck by the time Teffinger got to him.
He hurled his body through the air and caught the man on the back.
They tumbled over the side and fell into the water.
The entire world went black.
Teffinger heard nothing.
He saw nothing.
Then the man had his head in a stranglehol
d.
He pushed him even farther underwater.
Teffinger fought and twisted and pulled frantically at the man’s arms. It did no good.
Air.
Air.
He needed air!
Chapter Ninety-Five
Day Eight—August 10
Monday Night
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TEFFINGER WENT INTO SOMETHING like a crocodile death roll and broke free. Then rage took over. He held the man underwater with every ounce of strength he had. After a long time, the man stopped moving. Teffinger didn’t care. He kept him there, under the surface, for second after second, making absolutely positive he was dead.
Then he let go.
To his surprise, he was quite a ways from the boat.
He swam towards it, on his back, keeping his head above water where the air was.
Air.
Air.
So sweet.
He barely had enough strength to drag his beaten body out of the water and onto the dock.
Then something weird happened.
He heard noises, desperate noises, coming from inside the boat.
He went in and what he saw he could hardly believe. Fan Rae and d’Asia were locked together on the floor, bloody, trying to kill each other with their bare hands.
D’Asia saw him and shouted, “Nick! Help me!”
Fan Rae turned her head, saw him and shouted, “Teffinger, help me!”
He stood there frozen.
Then he made a split-second decision and punched Fan Rae in the face.
She made a terrible gurgling sound, tried to get to her feet, and then collapsed.
Teffinger pulled d’Asia to her feet.
She hugged him tighter than he had ever been hugged before.
Her body felt so absolutely perfect against him.
Then she cried.
Teffinger stared at Fan Rae. She laid there not moving with her eyes closed, either unconscious or dead.
Chapter Ninety-Six
Day Eight—August 10
Monday Night
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TEFFINGER BENT DOWN to see if Fan Rae was breathing. As he kneeled over her, an insane pain suddenly exploded on the back of his head and then everything went black.
He awoke some time later.
Everything was pitch-black.
He was sitting in water.
He couldn’t move.
He realized he was tied and struggled against the ropes until his skin ripped.
It did no good.
There was no getting out.
He was dangerously close to engines.
They were running and pumping water into the boat.
He was in the engine compartment and the boat was sinking.
“Nick, are you conscious?”
The words startled him.
He thought he was alone.
“Fan Rae?”
“Yes,” she said. “D’Asia did this. She’s killing us.”
Teffinger shouted.
Help!
Help!
His voice bounced off the walls and got sucked into the engines. No one would be able to hear him. He was in the bowls of the boat, with the compartment door shut, surrounded by a steel hull.
“I’ve already been shouting for ten minutes,” Fan Rae said. “It’s no use. I’m sorry I got you into this. I really am. This is my fault. I need to tell you something, while we still have time.”
“Tell me what?”
HER WORDS WERE JUMBLED and her brain wasn’t moving in a straight line, but she answered questions when Teffinger asked them and, by the time she was finished, he understood what she wanted to tell him.
D’Asia was a hit woman.
She murdered people for a living.
All of her assignments came through a woman named Kam Lee, who owned a dungeon. Kam Lee wasn’t the one who hired her, though. She was just the conduit. Someone else was the boss. But he or she would never disclose themselves, for security purposes.
D’Asia wanted to know who the boss was, so she’d have some leverage if she ever outlived her usefulness. She hired a private investigator by the name of Tanna Fan to find out who he was.
“Tanna Fan?”
“Right, she’s my sister,” Fan Rae said.
Tanna started the investigation by going after Kam Lee, who was the most direct link to the boss. She broke into Kam Lee’s house. She broke into Kam Lee’s dungeon. She took los of Kam Lee’s papers and got lots on information but didn’t come up with the link. Unfortunately, in the process, she got captured on a security tape. Kam Lee didn’t know who was breaking into her stuff, or why, but told the boss about it.
“He then, in turn, hired d’Asia, through Kam Lee, to find the woman and bring her to the dungeon for an interrogation, after which she would be killed.”
D’Asia had developed a fondness for Tanna by this point, so they had a discussion and made a deal.
D’Asia would capture Tanna and bring her to the dungeon. Tanna would be interrogated but wouldn’t say who she was working for or why. Afterwards, d’Asia would take Tanna somewhere to kill her.
“The deal was, though, that d’Asia wouldn’t really kill her,” Fan Rae said. “She would really let her go and then report back that the job had been done and that the body had been disposed of.”
They then executed that plan to perfection.
Obviously, Tanna couldn’t be in Hong Kong any longer so she changed her name and moved to Rome. She didn’t tell anyone that she was still alive, except for Fan Rae. That was absolutely necessary because if the boss ever found out that d’Asia deceived him, she would be killed herself.
So Tanna disappeared.
Her body never showed up.
Everyone thought she was dead.
End of story.
EXCEPT THAT THE STORY DIDN’T EXACTLY END THERE.
“I knew that d’Asia was a hit woman because she had confided in Tanna who in turn confided in me,” Fan Rae said. “I also owed d’Asia a favor, for letting Tanna live. It turned out that I drew one of the murders that d’Asia subsequently committed. I misdirected the investigation so she wouldn’t be discovered. That’s something I’m not proud of.”
Time went on.
Nothing happened.
Everything was status quo.
The problem was that Tanna had a P.I partner by the name of Lily Yip, who actually thought Tanna had been murdered when she disappeared. Lily Yip got obsessed with finding Tanna’s killer. She theorized that it was the hit woman who Tanna had for a client. Lily’s theory was that the hit woman killed Tanna because Tanna knew her identity and posed a threat. Lily set out to find this hit woman.
Somehow she got some information that the woman had been assigned to hit a man in Denver, a man by the name of Nick Teffinger.
“That’s right,” Fan Rae said. “D’Asia didn’t go there to get your help. She went there to murder you.”
Lily Yip followed her to Denver.
She hung outside Teffinger’s house.
She waited for d’Asia to show up.
She went in, in the middle of the night, and tried to kill her. “That’s when you interceded,” Fan Rae said. “D’Asia got the upper hand and managed to kill her.”
“So the person who got killed in my bedroom is Lily Yip?”
“Correct.”
It was.
“I don’t know exactly why d’Asia didn’t finish the job when she was in Denver,” Fan Rae said. “As best as I can figure, she was going to kill you in your sleep. Then the attack happened. Then you wanted to call the local police department to report it. D’Asia didn’t want her name and fingerprints and photograph in a police report so she left and came back to Hong Kong to bide her time.”
THEN TEFFINGER CAME TO HONG KONG and told the whole story to Fan Rae.
“I recognized Lily Yip from the photos of her,” Fan Rae said. “But I couldn’t tell you anything because she was a direct link to Tanna, and
if you started uncovering everything it would come to light that Tanna was still alive. So I had to deflect you from moment one.”
“So you also knew who d’Asia was the whole time?”
“I did,” Fan Rae said. “But I also knew she was a killer and tried to steer you away from her.”
Then something bad happened.
When Fan Rae told Tanna that Lily Yip had been killed by d’Asia in Denver, Tanna went nuts. She never liked d’Asia in the first place, since she was a hit woman. But when Lily got killed, that was it.
“Tanna came to Hong Kong to kill d’Asia,” Fan Rae said. “I tried to talk her out of it but she was hell bent. She was going to do it tonight. She hooked up with some stranger named Kong who was going to help her. I came here tonight to keep Tanna safe from Kong, not to help her kill d’Asia.”
THE BOAT WAS DANGEROUSLY LOW IN THE WATER.
“Some of the windows will go under pretty soon,” Teffinger said. “When that happens, it’ll just be a mater of minutes.”
Silence.
“I love you,” Fan Rae said. “I want you to know that before we die.”
“Me too,” he said. “I love you too. So know that, back.”
SUDDENLY A VOICE CAME FROM BEHIND THEM.
“Well, isn’t this cute.”
The words came from d’Asia.
“That’s right,” she said. “I’ve been sitting back there the whole time and I have to tell you, Teffinger, that Fan Rae got it all figured out correctly. I’m thoroughly impressed.”
“D’Asia?”
“Shut up,” she said. “Did you think I’d be dumb enough to just put you in a sinking boat and leave? Someone might notice it and come by to save you. So I just decided to let you sweat it out for a while. But Teffinger, you’re right, the water’s going to start coming in the windows pretty soon, meaning it’s time for me to leave.”
She turned a flashlight on and pointed it into Teffinger’s eyes.
He must have squinted because she said, “Bright, isn’t it?”
She walked over.
A long knife was in her right hand.
“Before I leave, I want to make absolutely sure that you’re both dead,” she said. “I’m sure you understand my position. So here’s your choice. I’ll either slit your throat or stab you in the back of the skull. You have five seconds to decide.”