"A great pity."

She looked at him quizzically. "Why do you say that?"

"With all these armed chaperons watching our every move, I can't very well take you to my place for a nightcap."

"Are you sure a nightcap is all you had in mind?" Julia replied in a sultry voice.

Pitt took one hand off the wheel and patted her bare knee. "Women have always been an enigma to me. I had hoped you might forget you were an agent of the government and throw caution to the winds."

She moved across the leather bench seat until her body was pressed against his and slid her hands around his arm. She found the muffled roar of the engine and the smell of the leather sensual. "I went off duty the minute we walked out of that scumbag's house," she said lovingly. "My time is your time."

"How do we get rid of your friends?"

"We don't. They're with us for the duration."

"In that case, do you think they'd mind if I took a detour?"

"Probably," she said, smiling. "But I'm sure you'll do it anyway."

Pitt went silent as he shifted gears and drove the Duesenberg effortlessly through traffic, watching in the rearview mirror with a touch of pride at seeing the vans struggle to keep pace. "I hope they don't shoot out my tires. They don't come cheap for a car like this."

"Did you mean what you said when you told Qin Shang you'd hired a team of hit men to kill him?"

Pitt grinned wolfishly. "A big, fat bluff, but he doesn't know that. I take great satisfaction in tormenting men like Qin Shang who are too used to having people jump at their beck and call. Do him good to stare at the ceiling nights and wonder if someone is lurking outside waiting to put a bullet in him."

"So what's with the detour?"

"I think I found the chink in Qin Shang's armor, his Achilles' heel if you'll pardon the cliche. Despite the seemingly impenetrable wall he's formed around his personal life, he has a vulnerable crack that can be pried open a mile wide."

Julia pulled her coat tightly around her bare legs to ward off the late-evening chill. "You must have divined something from what he said that escaped me."

"As I recall, his words were, 'My life's most passionate desire.' "

She looked curiously into his eyes, which never left the road. "He was talking about a vast cargo of Chinese art treasures that vanished on a ship."

"The same."

"He possesses more wealth and Chinese antiques than anyone else in the world. Why should a ship with a few historical objects be of serious interest to him?"