Field stared at Sister Margaret and saw that he had misjudged her a moment ago. The hardness in her face was an attempt to stop herself from cracking. "Who came?" he asked more gently.

"They were Mr. Lu's men."

"There is no home for any of these boys, Sister."

She lowered her eyes, deep creases across her forehead.

"They are abused and then disposed of."

"Mr. Field, if you have come here to make accusations-"

"If we don't get to him immediately, that is what will happen to Alexei."

"Mr. Field, I'm afraid you will have to go."

"Is it worth it, Sister?"

Sister Margaret stared at the floor in silence.

"Please, Sister," Natasha said quietly. Field watched the muscles twitching in the nun's cheeks.

He turned and strode down the corridor to the source of the noise. The children were having breakfast. They faced each other across four long oak tables. The chattering died as he walked in.

"Does anyone here know Alexei Simonov?"

The children, with big eyes and subdued faces, stared at him in silence.

"Please, Mr. Field." Sister Margaret was tugging at his sleeve. "Please." He stepped back into the corridor. "There was no need for that," she said.

"Where is the boy, Sister?"

"I do not know."

"Sister . . ."

"I will find him." Sister Margaret looked from Field to Natasha and back again. "I will need a little time."

She was gone for almost an hour, and Field and Natasha did not speak. Natasha was frightened, but he knew that nothing he could now say would rea.s.sure her. He had to force himself to remain in his seat by the entrance hall. His eyes were repeatedly drawn to the article about Lu and the note saying he would be inspecting the orphanage on the coming Wednesday.

He tried to think clearly, to shape the plan that was forming in his mind.

Sister Margaret returned, her footfall soft on the stone floor. "Do you have a car?" she asked.

Field drove slowly, following Sister Margaret's directions. They turned onto the Bund and continued over Garden Bridge onto Broadway East, and then through Hongkew past Wayside Park.

She indicated that he should stop as they came up to what looked like a school. Field parked alongside a rugby pitch where a small group of children was playing tag. They were close to the Settlement boundary.

As she got out of the car, Sister Margaret's face was pale and drawn, but there was a determined set to her mouth.

The sign on the facade said, The Christian Brothers Orphanage, The Christian Brothers Orphanage, and the entrance hall was as gloomy as Sister Margaret's own. She told Field and Natasha to wait and disappeared down a corridor to their left. Natasha had her head down, her knuckles white as she tugged at the fabric of her skirt. and the entrance hall was as gloomy as Sister Margaret's own. She told Field and Natasha to wait and disappeared down a corridor to their left. Natasha had her head down, her knuckles white as she tugged at the fabric of her skirt.

Field heard voices and saw a small group of boys emerging from swinging doors at the far end of the corridor Sister Margaret had taken, talking quietly among themselves. As they turned away into one of the rooms, they stopped and eyed him curiously. The light was dim, but he could see they were all Asian boys, dressed in simple white uniforms, each with a blue cross on his chest.

"This way."

Field turned with a start, then followed Sister Margaret.

They headed through the swinging doors and turned into an even darker corridor.

The cla.s.sroom, when they reached it, was strikingly bare; it had tables and chairs, but there was nothing on the walls save for a large, battered blackboard.

Alexei sat in one corner, a tall priest in brown robes towering over him.

The boy didn't move, and for a moment he and Natasha stared at each other.

Then Alexei broke free and ran, and Natasha swept him into her arms, where she held him tight, her face transformed by joy and relief, her hands clasped around the back of his head, tears in her eyes. She stroked his hair haltingly with her fingers. The boy shook and she picked him up. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes tightly shut. "I'm so sorry."

Like the other boys, Alexei was dressed in a white uniform. His short black hair was damp and combed neatly across his forehead. His eyes were closed now, too, his face still betraying his anxiety and uncertainty and fear.

The priest came forward and parted them roughly, yanking the boy back to the other side of the room. Natasha appealed to Field with tears in her eyes. Alexei was crying. "Stop it!" the man hissed.

Field said, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Father Brown."

"Father Brown, would you step outside for a moment, please?"

The man followed Field reluctantly with Sister Margaret. Field shut the door behind them. "I think it would be better if we were alone with Alexei for a minute. Then we can talk about what happens next."

"That's out of the question."

"The woman is the boy's aunt, as I think you are well aware."

"It's out of the question."

Field felt his temper flaring. "Sister-"

"No." Father Brown was intransigent.

"All right, let me make this clear," Field said. "This is not a debate. A crime has been committed, I'm an officer of the law, and I'm going to go and speak to this boy alone. Please wait at the other end of the hall."

Field could see the fury in the man's face. He pointed with his finger, and Father Brown retreated. Sister Margaret looked at Field with new respect as she followed the priest.

When Field came back into the cla.s.sroom, Natasha was on her knees, whispering urgently to the boy. With his somber face, neat black hair, and hollow eyes, Alexei suddenly, forcefully, reminded Field of himself at the same age: sad, lonely, vulnerable, damaged.

"I've explained who you are," she said.

Field crouched down and offered the boy his hand. "I'm Richard." Alexei was shaking. Natasha took him in her arms again. "It's all right now, my darling. It's all going to be all right."

"I think we should leave," Field said quietly. He noticed that his own hand was shaking.

"They will not let him go."

"They'll do as they're told."

Natasha looked at him. He knew that she wanted desperately to believe him.

Field moved to the other side of the room and stepped out into the corridor. Father Brown and Sister Margaret were huddled by the doorway. Field tried to smile. "I'm sorry to have to do this without the appropriate paperwork, but we are going to have to take Alexei away now."

Father Brown looked as if he would explode. "You can't do that."

Field stared at Father Brown's bearded face and solemn eyes. "I'm not sure you clearly understand me."

"That boy is not to leave this orphanage under any circ.u.mstances."

"Is that Lu speaking, or you?"

Father Brown gathered himself to his full height. "If you think I'm going to apologize for the unpleasant rumors that surround one of our most generous-"

"Rumors?"

"I know your type, Mr. Field."

"And I know yours, Father."

Field turned on his heel and Father Brown lunged for him. Field easily shrugged him off, then slammed him up against the wall.

Sister Margaret flailed at Field's back, screaming for him to stop, as if the sudden act of violence had finally pushed her over the edge. He picked Father Brown up and threw him onto the floor, then kicked him once, hard, in the stomach. The priest let out a groan and Sister Margaret a shriek. Another priest appeared in the corridor, a group of children behind him. Natasha was in the doorway.

Field took his revolver from its holster and walked as calmly as he could to the cla.s.sroom. "Come on," he said.

Fifty-two.

They drove away in silence. Natasha was in the back, her arms wrapped tightly around Alexei. The little boy's feet were draped over the edge of the seat, his eyes fixed uncertainly upon Field. Field concentrated on trying to project a confidence he did not feel.

They sped over Garden Bridge and onto the Bund. Field glanced briefly across at a steamer coming into dock. The sails of the sampans were like tiny pinp.r.i.c.ks of light against its dirty steel hull.

Field checked the rearview mirror, then looked around to see if they were being followed. They pa.s.sed the Hong Kong Shanghai Bank and the Fraser's building and the Customs House, and then he took a right into Foochow Road and a left almost immediately. It was quiet here, and he pulled up in the shade of the sycamore trees.

Natasha came forward and kissed him on the neck, holding him so hard that her fingers dug into his chest.

She did not let go.

He closed his eyes. He reached around and stroked her hair, then gently released himself from her arms. "It's all right," he said. "It's all right. Alexei, you're safe now."

Natasha slumped back and drew the boy to her. His body was limp.

Field glanced at his watch. It was much later than he'd thought. He tried to ease the tightness in his chest. "Tell me what Lu's ledgers look like."

She shook her head, not understanding.

"Describe the room."

"Please, Richard . . ."

He turned and looked at her. "We have only a few hours."

"Please."

"If we wait until he leaves the house, then there is a chance."

"I do not-"

"We have to have something to bargain with, Natasha. We have to buy your freedom. If we can get hold of the ledger and threaten to give it to a paper like the New York Times New York Times or get it to Washington or London, then we will have a chance. Without it, we don't have one at all." or get it to Washington or London, then we will have a chance. Without it, we don't have one at all."

She stared miserably at the floor.

"You have taken so many risks already, I know that, but this can buy your freedom. I'm getting you a pa.s.sport and papers. We'll begin a new life. We'll go to Venice."

She slowly raised her eyes to his. "I do not understand."

"Yes you do. So did Lena. It was what she was trying to get."

Field felt the sweat p.r.i.c.kle at his armpits.

"Lu's routine during the day is always the same. He leaves the house at one o'clock and returns at between five and ten minutes past two."

Field waited.

"You want me to go in there?"

"I want you to save yourself."

"You want me to do it?"

"I want a life for us."

Natasha stared at him, her eyes shining with loss and loneliness, with love and betrayal and insecurity and doubt.

She pulled Alexei's head gently to her shoulder and stroked his hair with her fingers as she looked out of the window.