He smiled calmly, despite the fact that his chest was heaving. âYour father gave me this note to assure you. My limousine awaits. No more questions just yet. All will be revealed!â
I took it from him as we hurried across the street against the light.
            Feng Yi will protect you. He has information for us. Iâll meet you at his restaurant. Be safe.
            â Dad
It was Dadâs familiar scribble. I passed it to Darrell.
âYou have a restaurant?â Darrell asked. âWhat kind of restaurant are we talking about? Never mind; I donât care. Iâm starving!â
âWe all are,â said Becca, who was holding her arm now. She must have reinjured it during the attack, so it was a good thing I was carrying her bag.
âYou need to rest,â I said.
âIâm fine, Wade.â She smiled at whatever my face was doing. âReally. Iâll tell you when Iâm not.â Her smile faded away.
âA trusted friend works at the Red Dragon, a dim sum house in Chinatown,â Feng Yi said over his shoulder. âIn his back room we may enjoy privacy. Neither Markus Wolff nor his soldiers will find it.â
âMarkus Wolff,â I said. âTall guy with white hair. Long leather coat?â
âThe very same,â said Feng Yi
âSo Leathercoatâs name is Markus Wolff,â said Lily. âAnd those guys work for him? He seems like such a loner.â
He smiled. âThey do work for him. The Teutonic Order employs all sorts of menâand womenâto achieve their ends. As you know too well, they will stop at nothing to obtain every single relic of Copernicusâs astrolabe from its hiding place.â
The mention of Copernicus zinged through me. I thought of the cave. And Becca in my dream, and here and now. And I thought of Sara. I wondered where exactly we were on the path to finding her.
Feng Yi smiled thinly as he popped open one of the limousineâs doors. âYour father will be very happy to see you. Take a seat.â
It was happening so quicklyâdiscovering the tile, translating the diary, the legend of the Scorpio relic, the attack by star-wielding ghosts, and now this, sitting in a comfortable limousine on the way to a restaurant? To say nothing of where LeathercoatâMarkus Wolffâwas in all of this. Very near, I guessed, and yet invisible.
Almost the entire car ride, Feng Yi was on his phone. Finally, he closed it. âThe Star Warriors have vanished like shadows from the museum, which was only to be expected. They were gone before the police arrived in the upper gallery.â
âWho exactly are they?â asked Becca.
Feng Yi breathed in and out slowly. âCenturies ago, a group of legendary fighters called themselves the Star Warriors. They protected the emperor of China on his travels, using nothing but throwing stars. The Teutonic OrderâGalina Krauseâhas somehow resurrected the ancient league of fighters to use as her agents in the Far East. They work for Markus Wolff now.â
âYou use throwing stars, too,â said Darrell.
âThe Star Warriors were onto something,â Feng Yi said. âThe Ming court was known for the ingenuity of its hidden weapons. When thrown properly, these stars are perfectly balanced to achieve high velocity and deadly accuracy.â
âDo you always have them with you?â I asked.
The limousine wove down a crowded street of small boutiques and food shops. The air was thick with the noise of people, and the store windows were lit up and welcoming. âEven under my pillow,â he said. âThe life of a Guardian, as you are learning, is one of extreme and constant danger.â
Eighteen minutes later, we reached San Franciscoâs Chinatown. The limo stopped outside a giant three-roofed arch shaped like a big green pagoda, and the car doors
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