Angry, yes; surprised, no. Terry Inagaki stood before him, secure in the very heart of the Kozure Ronin, smiling like an understanding yet vindictive diety just about to eradicate a naughty worshiper. “Come right in, Inspector,” the traitorous Chicago cop stated. “I have been expecting you.” Harry remained in the elevator, one finger on the “Door Open” button, and his other hand wrapped around the surviving crook’s neck. “What makes you so sure I won’t just kill you and leave?” he asked quietly. The inspector’s question caught Inagaki halfway in a turn. Patiently, but with a touch of irritation, the Japanese stood in profile and looked at Harry. “Because I know you too well, Inspector,” Inagaki explained. “First, you are a pragmatist. You do not fight unless you know you can win—and you’re sure you cannot win. So you know there is no way you could shoot me and get out of this building alive—even with Ryoma as a shield.”
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