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tried not to think about it.
    'Just the one?' I asked.
    'Yeah. He's alone.'
    'You get his picture?'
    'Three or four of them. This little Panasonic you picked up works nicely in the dark.'
    'Has he noticed you?'
    'I'm in stealth mode, partner, he doesn't even know I'm here. Plus I'm accompanied by the lovely and charming Miss Jasmine, who I met via the Internet earlier today.'
    'All right, go back inside,' I said. 'Be ready to follow him out when he leaves. I want to see where he's going, whether he stays with Midori, whether there's a handoff to anyone else.'
    'Roger that.' He closed the cell phone, nodded subtly in my direction, and went back inside.
    Forty-five minutes later, I saw patrons leaving Zinc and realized the set was over. My phone buzzed.
    'Yeah.'
    'Here he comes,' Dox said. His normally booming voice was coming through just loud enough for me to hear but not, presumably, for Miss Jasmine or anyone else. 'You should see him on the stairs right now.'
    'Midori's still in there?'
    'Still in here, talking to a few people. Nice-looking woman, if you don't mind my saying. I love that long black Asian hair. And a hell of a piano player.'
    The Chinese kid came out, walked a few yards west on Houston, and stopped to light a cigarette.
    'I see him,' I said. 'Looks like he's going to enjoy a little tobacco break.'
    'Someone ought to tell him that stuff'll kill you.'
    Sure enough, the Chinese kid leaned back against the building behind him and stood there, smoking. I smiled. It seemed to me that the primary beneficiary of Mayor Bloomberg's indoor smoking ban, aside from the hearts and lungs of all New Yorkers, was anyone running foot surveillance and needing an excuse to hang around outside a restaurant.
    'Yeah, he's not leaving,' I said. 'And as long as Midori's still in there, I don't think he's going anywhere. Stay put and let me know when she's coming out.'
    'Roger that.'
    I closed the phone and watched for a few minutes more. If someone else were going to pick up Midori from here, this would be the time for the Chinese kid to make a call. But he didn't take out a phone. I didn't know what Yamaoto was paying the triad for the surveillance, but it looked like he was only getting solo coverage for his money. Well, that suited me.
    I paid the bill, walked downstairs, and headed out of the bar. From street level I didn't have as clear a view of Zinc, so I crossed to the north side of Houston and started strolling west. I called Dox.
    'How're we doing?' I asked.
    'Looks like she's getting ready to go. Saying good night to the proprietor right now.'
    I passed a group of people smoking outside a bar and paused nearby, just someone polite enough to leave the bar for a cell phone call.
    'Here she comes,' Dox said.
    I swallowed and watched Zinc's entrance. A moment later, Midori emerged from the stairwell. She paused at the curb and looked my way. I felt my heart accelerate. But she wasn't scanning the sidewalk; she was watching the street, looking for a cab. And anyway I was keeping the smokers between us. She wouldn't have seen me.
    She was wearing a waist-length black leather jacket. Her hair was as long and luxuriant as Dox had noted and as I remembered. I wished I could have been closer. I wanted to see more.
    I couldn't help frowning at her innocence, though. She hadn't even looked both ways as she came out of the club, let alone checked the surveillance hot spots. If she had, she would have made the Chinese kid in a heartbeat. He was standing exactly where you'd expect.
    She flagged down a cab and got in. The kid made no attempt to follow. He remained for a minute, finished his cigarette, then started heading toward my position. I went into the bar and watched from behind the glass door as he passed. It was darker inside the bar than it was on the streetlight-illuminated sidewalk without, and with the light reflecting on the glass outside I knew he wouldn't be able to see me even if he were to look. But I got a good look at