Now I was alone on an empty street corner. Everyone else had fled.
I looked for cops –
None to be seen.
But a silver Bentley was parked in front of the Continental. The car’s convertible top was down, exposing the interior.
Mei-ling had already stripped off her head towel, face mask, and robe, and was sitting behind the wheel waiting for me.
I raced over, threw my luggage in the back seat, and jumped in the passenger side.
She immediately roared off into traffic.
My job had been easy:
Get outside with my suitcase and shoot the thugs.
Mei-ling’s job had beenmuchmore elaborate:
Get into a room on one of the floors just below the penthouse, either by renting it at the front desk or lying to a housekeeper doing their rounds.
Break the glass window with a heavy object, just enough to let smoke pour out.
Start a fire – preferably the drapes and bedspread.
Steal a bathrobe and towel, plus a mask – which all the rooms offered free to guests.
Get out of the hotel, park the Bentley someplace close by for a quick escape, and walk into the crowd dressed in her disguise, ready to hand off the gun when she saw me.
There had only been one thing I thought might be a problem.
“How did you start the fire?” I asked.
“A guy was sneaking a smoke in the stairwell. I offered him $500 for his lighter.”
“Nice.”
I wiped my hand off on my pants. No one would see the blood on the black material.
“Are you okay?” Mei-ling asked nervously as she zipped through traffic.
I looked around for any cop cars that might be following us.
There were none I could see –
Although fire trucks roared past us on the way to the hotel, their sirens deafening.
“I’ll be a lot better once we get there,” I said as I reached in the back seat for my suitcase.
I ripped apart the silk lining and popped open the two smuggling compartments.
In one was the C4…
And in the other was the hand-held detonator.
I pulled the C4 out of the compartment and stuck both wires into the putty.
“For god’s sake, don’t arm it yet,” Mei-ling cried out.