Later, I told myself firmly, think about that later . Lord knows, I had enough to worry about at the moment, like getting out of the oyabun 's enclave with all my anatomy intact. By now, all of Tokudaiji's samurai would know of the hit. They'd know that two people had gone in, a chauffeur and some pale-skinned reprobate name of Montgomery. They'd be cranked up, and they sure wouldn't be in any mood to accept the excuse, "Hey, chummer, I had nothing to do with it . . ." Thanks, Scott. And thanks to you, too, Jacques Barnard, you fragging slot .