Steal The Sun(战争间谍)-第18章

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Vanessa’s　long　fingernail　traced　the　fan　of　bills；　making　them　rustle　seductively。　Refugio　smiled。
He　took　the　bills　with　a　swift　movement　that　surprised　Vanessa。
“You　are　una　bandida；”　Refugio　said　appreciatively。　“You　understand　how　to　get　what　you
want。　That　is　good。”
The　words　were　said　softly；　in　the　tones　of　a　man　speaking　to　a　lover。　Refugio’s　dark　eyes
looked　at　every　inch　of　Vanessa。　He　pocketed　the　bills　and　laughed　quietly。
“We’ll　do　well　together；　you　and　I；”　Refugio　said　in　a　warm　voice。　“Bandida。”
Refugio’s　caressing　laugh　and　eyes　repelled　Vanessa。　She　turned　aside　and　saw　Masarek’s　face。
To　anyone　who　did　not　know　him；　his　expression　had　not　changed；　but　Vanessa　knew　Masarek。
She　smiled；　hoping　she　would　be　nearby　when　Refugio　could　no　longer　laugh。
“Masarek；”　Vanessa　said　coolly；　“will　stay　with　you　from　now　on。　You’ll　leave　today　for　Hunters
Point。”　Her　eyes　narrowed。　“You’re　sure　that　Ho’s　truck　won’t　be　searched　at　the　gate？”
“My　cousins　say　it　is　an　open　secret。　The　truck　hasn’t　been　searched　for　more　than　a　year。”　He
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smiled。　“The　Navy　probably　knows　about　the　betting　slips　in　the　truck；　but　it’s　a　small　thing。
Soldiers　gamble。　If　not　with　Ho；　then　with　someone　else。”
Vanessa　hesitated；　then　nodded　curtly。　The　laundry　truck　was　an　unavoidable　risk。
“When　will　I　get　the　rest　of　my　money？”　asked　Refugio。
“In　the　tunnel；　after　you　return　from　San　Francisco。”
Refugio　nodded　slowly。　“Bueno。”
“Yes；”　said　Masarek；　“it　will　be　good。”　His　smile　was　calm；　predatory。　“Very　good。”
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“Momentito；”　said　Ana。　She　covered　the　telephone　receiver　with　her　palm　and　whispered　in
rapid　Japanese　to　Kestrel。　“Refugio　calls。　He　must　speak　Spanish　because　Masarek　is　there。”
Kestrel　set　aside　his　rice　bowl　and　watched　Ana　with　an　alertness　that　belied　his　lack　of　sleep。
“Cuidado；”　warned　Ana；　speaking　softly　yet　very　rapidly　into　the　phone。　“They　may　know　more
of　the　language　than　you　believe。”
Refugio’s　harsh　laugh　came　clearly　through　the　phone。　Then　he　spoke　so　quickly　that　even　a
Mexican　would　have　had　difficulty　understanding　him。　Ana　frowned；　concentrating。
“Momentito。”　Ana　covered　the　receiver　and　spoke　to　Kestrel　in　soft　Japanese；　bending　over
until　her　face　was　only　inches　from　his　ear。　“They　are　to　leave　immediately　for　a　place　called
Hunters　Point；　San　Francisco。　It’s　some　kind　of　a　military　base。　They　are　going　to　steal
something。　He　isn’t　happy　about　the　risk；　but　has　agreed　to　do　it　anyway　–　for　more　money；　of
course。”
“Yes；”　said　Kestrel　impatiently。　“But　what　is　he　going　to　steal？”
Before　Ana　could　ask　Refugio；　his　voice　came　loudly　through　the　telephone。　He　was　yelling　in
English　and　cursing　in　Spanish。
“My　men　are　Mexican；　pendejo！　If　I　speak　English　to　them　they　don’t　understand　me　when　I　ask
for　two　cars　with　California　license　plates。　But　someone　must　get　the　cars　because　you　won’t　let
me　leave　the　house。　It’s　too　bad　you　don’t　speak　Spanish　so　you　understand　what　I　say　to　my
men。　Qué　lástima；　cabrón！　You’ll　just　have　to　trust　me。　Or　maybe　you’d　rather　walk　to　San
Francisco　and　back？”
Refugio’s　voice　faded。　Ana　held　the　phone　to　her　ear；　then　shook　her　head　in　answer　to　Kestrel’s
silent　query。　Abruptly；　Refugio’s　voice　returned；　speaking　Spanish　in　a　normal　tone。
“What　are　you　going　to　steal　from　Hunters　Point？”　asked　Ana　quickly。　She　listened；　covered　the
receiver；　and　turned　back　to　whisper　to　Kestrel。　“He　doesn’t　know。　He’ll　take　two　of　his　men；
plus　Masarek　and　the　woman。　He　needs　two　cars　with　California　plates。　The　licenses　and　the　cars
have　to　be　legitimate。　After　Hunters　Point；　they’ll　switch　vehicles　and　drive　back　to　the　tunnel　in
the　second　car。”
Kestrel　frowned　harshly。　General　Arisue　had　ordered　him　to　stay　in　Juarez　until　his　orders　were
clarified。　Yet　Kestrel　was　fascinated　by　a　prize　that　was　worth　the　insane　risk　Masarek　was　taking
by　invading　an　American　naval　base。
“Ana。　Are　you　sure　Refugio　said　Hunters　Point？”
“Yes。”
Kestrel’s　frown　deepened。　Hunters　Point　was　one　of　America’s　major　Pacific　naval　depots；
debarkation　point　for　many　of　the　warships　that　harried　the　Imperial　Navy。
“When　will　he　be　at　Hunters　Point？”　asked　Kestrel。
Ana　spoke　rapidly；　listened；　then　turned　to　Kestrel。　“The　car　they’ll　use　after　Hunters　Point　has
to　be　in　Oakland　by　3　A。M。　on　the　16th；　so　he　assumes　that　the　theft　will　occur　before　then。”
The　16th。　Less　than　two　days　away。　If　he　had　to　stay　in　Juarez　because　of　the　test；　then　someone
would　have　to　go　to　Oakland　in　his　place。　He　could　not　trust　Refugio　to　deliver　the　weapon
unless　someone　was　there；　watching　him。　But　the　only　person　who　could　go　in　Kestrel’s　place
was　Ana。　Takagura　had　been　adamant　in　his　belief　that　Ana　was　the　only　other　person　he　could
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trust　with　the　Emperor’s　highest　secrets。
Yet　the　thought　of　sending　Ana　made　Kestrel　deeply　uneasy。　She　was　trained　only　for　the　safer
aspects　of　espionage；　translating　periodicals　and　enemy　documents　obtained　by　other　agents
who　risked　their　lives　to　steal　the　information。
“Can　Refugio　get　the　cars　or　does　he　need　Takagura’s　help？”　asked　Kestrel。
“The　cars　are　taken　care　of；”　said　Ana　after　a　moment。　She　added；　“They’re　paying　him　15；000
American　dollars。”
Kestrel　shrugged。　“Our　bargain　remains。　Three　times　what　they　pay　him；　I　will　pay。”
Ana’s　eyes　widened；　but　none　of　her　shock　showed　in　her　voice。　She　spoke　into　the　phone　and
then　listened。
“The　Englishwoman　will　meet　them　in　Oakland　after　the　theft　and　drive　back　with　them　to　the
tunnel。　She’s　more　than　just　Masarek’s　whore。　She　is　his　equal；　perhaps　his　superior。”
Kestrel’s　eyes　narrowed；　emphasizing　the　harsh　planes　of　his　face。　Ana　looked　away　quickly；　this
was　the　Kestrel　she　sensed　beneath　the　polite；　polished　exterior；　the　samurai　she　both　admired
and　feared。
“Where　will　she　meet　them？”　asked　Kestrel。
Ana　asked　Refugio；　waited；　then　translated　quickly。　“Oakland。　I　know　the　place　he　means。　On
the　waterfront。　Factories。　Cars　and　many　trucks。　A　few　more　won’t　be　noticed。”
“Tell　Refugio　not　to　kill　the　woman　when　he　kills　Masarek。　I　　if　I
can’t　meet　him　on　the　waterfront；　you　will。　You’ll　pick　up　him；　the　woman；　and　whatever　they
stole　and　bring　them　to　his　cousin’s　flower　shop。　When　I　get　there；　I’ll　give　him　15；000。　The
other　30；000　wil　be　paid　when　we’re　safe　in　Mexico。　Do　you　understand？”
Ana　nodded；　understanding　too　much　–　and　not　enough。　She　buried　her　unease　beneath　a　rush
of　Spanish。　Then　she　paused；　said　“Si”　and　hung　up。
Eyes　hooded；　body　perfectly　still；　Kestrel　sat　a　few　feet　away；　watching　her。　He　had　not　intended
to　involve　her　so　deeply　in　his　actions。　She　was　born　American；　not　Japanese；　and　was　alien　to
the　samurai　tradition。　He　doubted　that　she　had　ever　seen　more　than　her　monthly　blood。　He
hoped　she　would　not　be　there　when　Refugio　killed　Masarek。　He　hoped　she　would　not　have　to
see　those　agonizing　minutes　when　sweat　dulled　the　English　woman’s　bright　hair　and　the　woman
screamed　and　begged　until　finally　answers　tumbled　out　of　her　bleeding　lips；　words　and　sense　and
nonsense；　anything　to　stop　the　pain…。
Kestrel　sighed；　regretting　General　Arisue’s　orders。　But　perhaps　the　bomb　test　would　not　be　for
several　days。　Then　he　would　have　time　to　go　to　Hunters　Point　and　Alamo…gordo　both。　He　must
find　out　the　test　date　soon。　But　first　he　must　give　Ana　something　more　to　hold　on　to　than　vague
yearnings　for　Japan。　She　was　too　American　to　die　for　something　she　could　not　touch。
He　held　out　his　hand。　His　voice　was　gentle。　“Will　you　sit　beside　me？”
Ana’s　fingertips　brushed　Kestrel’s　palm。　Her　nails　oons；　as　gently　curved
as　her　body。　When　she　sat　down；　the　hem　of　her　silk　kimono　settled　across　his　thigh。　She　moved
to　gather　in　the　cloth；　but　his　hand　stopped　her。
“Beautiful；”　said　Kestrel；　stroking　the　rose…colored　silk　that　glowed　against　the　black　fabric　of
his　trousers。　He　looked　up　suddenly；　holding　her　with　his　dark　Asiatic　eyes。　“I　don’t　want　you　to
go　to　Hunters　Point；　Ana。　I　don’t　want　you　to　be　hurt。　But　I　may　have　no　choice。”
Kestrel’s　voice　was　as　gentle　as　his　fingers