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don’t have to get yourself in trouble on my account.” She turned to Gabriel. “And you don’t have to take care of me, either. I’m not a fragile flower. I’m a soldier, goddamn it. Or I used to be. I’m not going to sit around moaning or feeling frightened—I’m going to find the men who did this and make them sorry they did.”
    “Maybe,” Gabriel said. “Or maybe they’ll make you sorry you did. I don’t think you know the kind of power you’re talking about taking on.”
    “Listen, stud, if you’re scared and want to drop out, that’s fine,” Mitch said. “You posted bail. That’s plenty.”
    “If you want to go up against the CCC and you want to live to tell about it,” Gabriel said patiently, “you’ll listen to me and you’ll do it very, very carefully.”
    “He can be a pain,” Lucy said, “but he does know what he’s talking about, Mitch.”
    Mitch threw up her hands. “All right. You’ve got something to say, I’ll listen. But I’m not waiting long.”
    “Fair enough,” Gabriel said. And to Lucy: “I’ll be back as quick as I can. Couple hours at most. You guys can stick around here that long, right?” Lucy looked anxiously over at Mitch, who was pacing impatiently. She nodded.
    “All right. Call me if anything happens.”
    Gabriel left them to pick up the pieces at the apartment while he headed back to Sutton Place with the cell phone and the memory stick.
    Michael would be able to print the document, and from there, well…they’d see what they would see. He shared Mitch’s preference for action and distaste for waiting around, but jumping into a conflict with the CCC wasn’t something you did lightly.
    Or at least it wasn’t something he would do lightly.
    It wasn’t two hours later that Valerie’s cell phone, now sitting in a docking station attached to one of Michael’s computers, started vibrating, and when Gabriel opened it and brought it to his ear, he heard Lucy’s voice shouting at him. “Gabriel? That you?”
    “Yes.”
    “She’s gone,” Lucy said. “I went to take a shower, and when I got out…”
    “No Mitch,” Gabriel said.
    “She left a note,” Lucy said. “Just one line.”
    “And what’s that?”
    “ ‘Enough’s enough,’ ” Lucy read. “ ‘I’m going to get those bastards.’”

Chapter 3
    “For god’s sake, Gabriel, you don’t know anything about the Han Dynasty,” Michael grumbled. “The Later Han Dynasty? The Three Kingdoms and the Period of Disunion? You’ll never get away with it.”
    “For one or two lectures? I think I can. And then you can take over from me after that, finish the tour yourself.”
    “What, are you going to speak to Mandarin students in Cantonese?”
    “I’ll speak English. They’ll chalk it up to American arrogance and move on. They’re used to it.”
    “You…you don’t even have a degree !” Michael protested, flustered. If you started counting up Michael’s assorted doctorates on your fingers, you’d be compelled before long to remove your shoes.
    “We’re not talking about a debate, Michael. I don’t need to hold my own. You’ll give me your slides and I’ll work off them. Not like I can’t regurgitate names and dates with the best of them.”
    Michael switched gears: “You don’t even know if this Cheung had anything to do with that woman’s death.”
    “Well, according to you , these documents showhe’s guilty of plenty else.” He waved the sheaf of printouts in Michael’s face. “Arms trafficking, drug smuggling, racketeering, not to mention a murder or five.”
    Michael flushed crimson. “Gabriel…it’s a different country. Different laws. We’d be intruding where we’re not invited.”
    “My specialty,” said Gabriel, with slightly more pride than he needed to drive his point home. “One day of travel in, one day out. In between, a couple of days of poking around the edges of things. See what spills forth. Michael—it’s what the Foundation does best ,