forget about me,â said Avakian. Kinney always reminded him of a blond California surfer boy twenty years down the road. Still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but battered by too much sun and salt.
âHow did you make him?â Marquand asked.
âI didnât,â Avakian said.
âYou didnât?â
âIt would probably boost my street cred if I said I did. But the truth is he stepped out of a door right in front of me. The Avakian luck. If thereâs some shit, Iâll step in it. Now what was the deal with all the gunfire?â
âYou donât know?â said Marquand.
âI hardly would have asked it I did,â said Avakian. âIâve been a little out of the loop.â
âThe grenade went off,â said Marquand. âEveryone, and I do mean everyone, went for their guns. The exact details are a little hazy, but it seems that a couple of the Taiwanese security men started shooting. And they shot their own guy.â
âThe president?â said Avakian, amazed.
âDead,â said Marquand.
âNo shit?â said Avakian.
âHe goes down,â said Marquand. âThen the Chinesesecurity detail opens up on them, and itâs Reservoir Dogs all over again. Youâve got both details shooting at each other point-blank. Twelve dead so far, over twenty wounded. There was lead ricocheting all over that tunnel. Turns out you were in about the safest place, down on the deck.â
âYeah, it sure felt like that,â said Avakian.
âEveryoneâs trying to figure out whether the president got shot accidentally or on purpose,â said Marquand. âAnd all the people who could answer that for sure happen to be dead.â
âThis is going to make the Kennedy assassination look cut and dried,â said Kinney. âThe conspiracy theorists will get off on it forever.â
âPanicking and shooting into the crowd is easy,â said Avakian, groaning again as he shifted position on the table. âPanicking and shooting the principal youâre there to protect is hard. So Iâm guessing some part of the Taiwan security establishment decided they didnât like snuggling up to Beijing, and decided to have themselves a little coup. And decided that here was the perfect place for itâlet your traditional enemy take the rap and get stuck with the cleanup. Maybe they even had a little help from some Chinese.â
âI was saying a few prayers that wouldnât turn out to be the case,â said Marquand. âOnce again theyâre not answered. You havenât mentioned your little theory to anyone, have you?â
âAre you kidding?â said Avakian. âAnd I wonât, either.â
âBut what about the grenade?â said Kinney. âYou throw a grenade that might take out your own assassins? I donât get it.â
âIt was a concussion grenade,â said Avakian.
âOkay,â said Marquand.
âYou mean a stun grenade?â said Kinney.
âNo,â said Avakian. âOur good old American hand grenade youâre thinking about is one size fits all. Kills you within five meters, wounds you within fifteen, and beyond that the fragments slow down to where theyâre not lethal. Other parts of the world they issue an offensive grenade and a defensive grenade. Defensive sends fragments out a good long way, so you throw that from behind solid cover. Offensive is just explosive. So you can throw it while youâre rushing forward in the assault without fragging yourself. It has to land right next to you to be lethal, but the blast knocks everyone off their pins until you can close in and finish them off. It was an old Russian RG42 concussion, or the Chinese copy. Just TNT in a tin can. Literally.â
âYou sure about that?â said Marquand.
âBelieve me, I got a real close look at it,â said Avakian. âAnd we used to see them in El Salvador all
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