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.The neon signage was more garish and usually accompanied by lighted posters containing photographs of the beautiful women supposedly waiting inside.Sun double-parked next to the taxi that was first in line at the intersection.Three of the corners were occupied by clubs.The fourth was a noodle shop that was open and already crowded.Sun released his seat belt and opened his door.Bosch did the same.“Harry,” Eleanor said.Sun turned back to look at him.“You don’t go,” he told Bosch.Bosch looked at him.“You sure? I have money.”“No money,” Sun said.“You wait here.”He got out and closed the door.Bosch closed his door and stayed in the car.“What’s going on?”“Sun Yee’s calling on a friend for the gun.It’s not a transaction involving money.”“Then, what does it involve”“Favors.”“Is Sun Yee in a triad?”“No.He wouldn’t have gotten the job in the casino.And I wouldn’t be with him.”Bosch wasn’t so sure about the casino job being off-limits to a triad man.Sometimes the best way to know your enemy is to hire your enemy.“Was he in a triad?”“I don’t know.I doubt it.They don’t let you just quit.”“But he’s getting the gun from a triad guy, right”“I don’t know that either.Look, Harry, we are getting the gun you told me you had to have.I didn’t think there would be all of these questions.Do you want it or not?”“Yes, I want it.”“Then, we are doing what needs to be done to get it.And Sun Yee is risking his job and freedom doing it, I might add.Gun laws are very harsh here.”“I understand.No more questions.Just thank you for help-ing me.”In the silence that followed, Bosch could hear muffled but pulsing music coming from one of the shuttered clubs or maybe from all three of them.Through the windshield he saw Sun approach three men in suits who were standing outside a club directly across the intersection.Like with most of the establishments in Wan Chai, the sign out front was in Chinese and English.The place was called the Yellow Door.Sun spoke briefly with the men and then nonchalantly opened his suit jacket so they could see he was not armed.One of the men did a quick but competent pat-down and Sun was then allowed to enter through the signature yellow door.They waited for nearly ten minutes.During that time Eleanor said almost nothing.Bosch knew she was fearful about their daughter’s situation and angry with his questions, but he needed to know more than he knew.“Eleanor, don’t get upset with me, okay? Let me just say this.As far as we know, we have the element of surprise here.As far as the people who have Maddie know, I’m still in L.A., deciding whether to kick their guy loose or not.So if Sun Yee is going to the triad here to get me a gun, won’t he have to tell them where the gun is going and what it might be used for? Won’t the guy with the gun then turn around and give the triad guys across the harbor in Kowloon the heads-up? You know, like, look who’s in town and, oh, by the way, he’s coming your way.”“No, Harry,” she said dismissively.“That’s not how it works.”“Well, then how does it work?”“I told you.Sun Yee is calling in a favor.That’s it.He doesn’t have to provide any information because the guy with the gun owes him the favor.That’s how it works.Okay?”Bosch stared at the club entrance.No sign of Sun.“Okay.”Another five minutes went by silently in the car and then Bosch saw Sun step back through the yellow door.But instead of heading back to the car, he crossed the street and went into the noodle shop.Bosch tried to track him through the glass windows but the reflecting neon outside was too strong and Sun disappeared from sight.“Now what, he’s getting food?” Bosch asked.“I doubt it,” Eleanor said.“He was probably sent over there.”Bosch nodded.Precautions.Another five minutes went by and when Sun emerged from the noodle shop he was carrying a Styrofoam to-go carton that was secured closed with two rubber bands.He carried it flat, as if trying not to dishevel the plate of noodles within.He returned to the car and got in.Without a word he handed the carton over the seat to Bosch.Holding the carton low, Bosch took off the rubber bands and opened it as Sun pulled the Mercedes away from the curb.The carton contained a medium-size pistol made of blue steel.There was nothing else.No backup magazine or extra ammunition.Just the gun and whatever was in it.Bosch dropped the carton to the floor of the car and held the pistol in his left hand.There was no brand name or marking on the bluing.Just serial and model numbers, but the five-point star stamped into the grip told Bosch the weapon was a Black Star pistol manufactured by the government of China.He had seen them on occasion in L [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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