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palms out.
    “Stop,” he said. “It’s already over.”
    Treven slowed, his face registering confusion. Probably he’d been expecting Larison to be riding to the rescue, too, no matter how futile a rescue attempt would be at this point. Meaning he hadn’t absorbed what Larison had told him about the contractors not being part of the team.
    “Go!” Treven said, moving to go around. “Didn’t you see the video? Rain ambushed them!”
    Larison moved with him and shoved him back. Treven’s face darkened and he dropped his weight like a bull about to charge.
    Larison held up his hands again. “Don’t make a scene,” he said. “There’s nothing we can do. They’re already dead.”
    “We don’t know that. Rain’s gone, okay, but—”
    “They. Are. Dead.”
    Treven straightened and some of the tension went out of his body. “What about the cell phones?” he said. “The equipment. We need to retrieve it.”
    “Rain took it all.”
    “How the hell do you—”
    “Wouldn’t you have? But it doesn’t matter. I watched him, over the video feed. He took the equipment and he’s gone.”
    Treven watched him silently for a moment. Then he said, “You were close enough. You could have done something, if you’d wanted to.”
    Larison glanced at the street behind him, then back at Treven. In some ways, he sympathized with Treven, who Larison understood was grappling with his recent first contact with the real world in the same way Larison once had. On the other hand, he didn’t care for Treven’s stubborn patriotism, which he found sanctimonious and naïve. And he hated that Treven knew his secret, having discovered Nico, Larison’s other life, when he’d tracked Larison to Costa Rica, looking for the torture tapes Larison had stolen.
    “You manipulated them,” Treven said. “All that talk about taking the point…you goaded them. Because you knew what would happen.”
    Larison shrugged. “What did I owe them? They were sent over here to spy on me. On both of us.”
    Treven’s expression was incredulous bordering on disgusted. “They were Americans.”
    Larison blew out a long breath. The contractors had been a hindrance, and he had gotten rid of them. It was no more complicated than that. He tried to remember a time when such a thing would have been a problem, when he might have paused beforehand and maybe even felt a pang of conscience after. He couldn’t. It had been too long ago, and too much had happened since.
    “What does that have to do with anything?” he said.
    Treven shook his head. “You’re a burnout.”
    Larison didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to do. Kill Treven? But he needed him to get to Hort, and anyway Hort knew about Nico, too.
    But once Hort was dead…
    Once Hort was dead, the only person who would even know Larison was alive, let alone about his other life, would be Treven. Plus Rain, soon enough, and this other guy they were supposed to find. Larison needed them for now, he knew that. But once Hort was dead, all they’d represent would be downside.
    Use the others to finish Hort, then finish them, too. Walk away with the diamonds, and silence everyone who posed a threat.
    It was perfect. It could be done. All he had to do was bait the hook. The rest would take care of itself.
    He tried not to smile. “Let’s just call Rain,” he said.

I had nearly reached Ogawamachi subway station, where I would catch a train and examine the items I’d taken from the two dead men, when one of their phones vibrated. I stopped and checked the readout—just a number, no name.
    I looked around at the bustling street scene, cars crawling, pedestrians hurrying past me, the sky dark now, the area lit only by streetlights and headlights and storefronts. I pressed the “receive call” key, held the unit to my ear, and listened.
    A low voice, almost a whisper, said in American-accented English, “I know who you are. Don’t worry, I won’t say your name on an open line. You took the