Yoshio kept moving, glancing at the house as he passed. He wished the Clayton woman and her ronin well in their search. Yoshio wanted whatever was in that house found and brought into the light.

For then he could move from mere observer to player. True, he would much prefer to contend with someone as predictable as the Arab’s Sam Baker than this quick, tough, innovative stranger, but Yoshio had not the slightest doubt that he could handle either. He had many years of experience in these matters. And he would take whatever steps necessary to succeed. Kaze Group would expect that and would not accept anything less.

But you and your ronin had better hurry, Miss Clayton. Or I fear you will soon have some unwelcome company in your house.

7.

7.

“ ‘This house holds the key that points the way to all you wish to achieve,’ “ Jack said, holding the key out to Alicia. “This could be that key. Ever seen it before?” She was still kneeling on the floor, not far from where he’d left her. She looked at the key but didn’t take it.

“No. Where’d you find it?”

“Hidden in your father’s closet. You wouldn’t happen to know what bank he used.”

She shook her head. “Not a clue.” She held up the undercarriage of a toy car. “Look what I found. I replaced the wheel.”

Was she cracking up? What was she doing fooling around with a toy car?

“Swell. Look, we’ve got to get—”

“And it still runs,” she said. “Watch this.”

She flicked a tiny switch and the wheels began spinning. She set the toy down on the floor. It zoomed across the boards and ran into the wall. It stayed there with its nose against the wall and its wheels spinning.

“We’ll take it with us,” Jack said. He was worried about the two beef jerkies snoozing outside in their car. They could be waking up now. “You can play with it the rest of the night.”

“Don’t patronize me, Jack. I may be a little jumpy and twitchy, but I haven’t lost my mind. I can still think.” She crawled across the floor and retrieved the car, then returned to her original spot. “This toy does not belong here. That man never played with toys, and this one is completely out of place in my room. That’s why I searched for the rest of it. And I think I’m glad I did. Watch.”

She put the car down again, this time facing away from the wall. As soon as its wheels hit the floor, it turned a one-hundred-eighty-degree arc and headed toward the wall, butting its nose three inches or so to the left of where it had ended up a minute ago.