"Was he like you? Not the cruelty, I mean but-"
"Albert Field had a plat.i.tude for every occasion."
"Tell me one."
"Honesty is a cloak to keep out the chill of loneliness."
She frowned.
"In his eyes, if you"re honest, you"ll always have something to hold on to, no matter what the world chooses to strip from you. You will always have your integrity and a sense of self-worth and value."
As he watched the color draining from her cheeks and realized what he"d said, Field wondered if, subconsciously, he had chosen the quote deliberately.
"So part of him was a good man?"
Field did not answer.
"I think you are your father"s son, Richard."
Natasha was suddenly subdued and withdrawn as the cafe owner brought their coffees on a round wooden tray.
"And you," he said. "Are you your father"s daughter?"
"I am glad he did not live to see Shanghai." She sat up straight. "What will you do with me?"
"He was in the army."
"What will you do with me? You have discussed it with your colleagues?" She was nervous and suddenly uncertain at the intrusion of the real world.
"What do you do for him, Natasha? You go to his house?"
"I do not want to talk about it."
"I"m afraid you"ve got to tell me exactly what happens."
"It is my business." He thought the defiance he could see in her eyes was in fact fear.
"Has he ever shown any violence to you? Has he ever hit you or-"
"He does nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Sure."
"Why does he-"
"Why do you want to know?"
Field continued to stare at her.
"I go . . . Always the same. To his house. There is a telephone call and I go down. I am shown to the room on the first floor by his bodyguards, and there I wait. Then one of the housekeepers comes down. Sometimes it is a long time. One hour, two. More."
"You"re alone in that room?"
"Yes."
"Then what?"
"Then I am taken upstairs, and the housekeeper-always the same, a Chinese woman wearing a uniform-she tells me to begin. At first, she explained, I must take my clothes off slowly and then, when he waves his hand, I can go."
"The housekeeper withdraws."
"Yes."
"And . . ." Field felt his stomach tense. He wanted to shut out the image of her and Lu, and yet he desperately needed to know.
"I begin. I take my clothes off."
"What do you wear?" he asked, no longer trusting his voice.
"Does it matter?" Her voice was sharp.
"It might." He swallowed hard. "Lena was handcuffed to the bed, wearing stockings and a garter belt. Has he ever used handcuffs, or asked you to wear anything in particular, anything like that?"
Natasha shook her head.
"And when you have done that?"
"It"s all right, Richard."
Unconsciously, he was tensing up again. He fought the urge to stand and punch the window. "And when you are finished?" he asked with exaggerated care.
She shrugged. "I pick up my clothes, and there is a dressing room. I put on my clothes and leave by a side door, back into the hall and down the stairs, past the bodyguards."
"They are-"
"They think I"m a wh.o.r.e." She put her hand to her mouth and started to bite one of her fingernails. Visibly upset, she turned to face the window and crossed her arms protectively across her chest.
"And Lu-what does he do? Where is he when . . ." Field cleared his throat. "Where is he when you come into the bedroom?"
"He is lying on the bed in a silk dressing gown."
"Fully dressed?"
"He has a dressing gown on." She shrugged. "There is an opium pipe beside him and his eyes are glazed."
"But he is looking at you?"
"Please stop it, Richard."
"He watches?"
"Yes."
"But he never touches you? He never beckons you over to him?"
"I would never . . ." Her fist was bunched now, her face screwed up with pain. "Whatever you think, I would never . . ."
Field leaned back again, breathing out heavily.
"You think I have a choice," she said. "About him, about my life. You think I have a choice."
"And it hurts you that I think that?"
She did not answer.
Field fought to believe her. She only took her clothes off. There was nothing more involved. "Lena hid those notes for someone," he said. "The ones we showed you."
Natasha didn"t react.
"Did she leave them for you?"
Natasha shook her head but without meeting his eyes. Field thought there was a hint of color in her cheek.
"She discussed the notes with you."
Natasha looked at him. "I don"t know anything about it."
Field did not want to accuse her of lying, though he was certain that she was. "The notes refer to a second ledger," he said. "Lu keeps a complete record of all his accounts, including transactions, payments, and shipments, somewhere in the private quarters of his house."
"I do not know."
"Have you ever seen anything like a ledger-probably a series of them? Does he have a study? They must be somewhere Lena could get to them. Have you ever seen ledgers that could be accounting books anywhere near his bedroom?"
"No."
"Nowhere in the house?"
Natasha shook her head, but the more she denied knowledge of the ledgers, the more certain he was that she knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Did Lena ever talk about them?"
"No." Natasha stared at him. "When I go there, this is what you want?"
Field leaned closer. "I would like you to establish that these books exist and find out where they are kept."
Her face betrayed nothing. "This is what you want me to do?"
"Yes."
"When I go, this is what you want me to do?"
"Yes."
She tilted her head. "If I am seen, then I will be executed, of course."
Field didn"t answer.
Natasha sighed. "So this is why you slept with me?"
"Natasha, I-"
"You are a hard man. Perhaps like your father."
"I don"t have a choice. And nor do you. My superiors will send you to prison if you don"t cooperate. It will be out of my hands."
She stared at him. "So when I am vulnerable, you seek to punish me."
Field shook his head.
"You have caught me in your net and you will watch me until I die."
"I-"
"I hope you enjoy it, Richard."
"It is not my decision."
"A coward blames others for the work that he does." Natasha shook her head. "I"m glad I was able to give you something before-"
"It"s not for them."
"Not for who?"
Field stared at her. "What kind of life are you going to have?"
She frowned. "I do not understand."
"It has nothing to do with my superiors. I want to break you free of Lu and this is the only way I know how."
She shook her head, still frowning.
"He has overreached himself. He has the fatal weakness of a man who believes he cannot be touched. He has forgotten that the international powers still control this city. He can be broken."
Natasha gazed out the window, a look of utter hopelessness in her eyes.
"What life will you have if you do not try?" he asked.