in his pocket. Dispatching Burton and Kurtz would please him.
“Don’t be in a hurry to exact vengeance on those who have wronged you, my friend. Act only if the situation calls for it. But if you must act, then do it swiftly and boldly. You must strike first and be without restraint in order to win the day.”
“I will.”
“Keep me informed of any developments.” The line disconnected and Tuk was once more alone in the darkness.
A stiff breeze blew out of the northwest and circled around his body. Tuk thought about what he’d heard in the penthouse and marveled. Even he knew of the legend of Shangri-La. It was supposed to be a mystical place of untold beauty and wondrous lands. The people who lived there were supposedly a master race of supremely intelligent and wise, peaceful people who knew the secrets of the universe.
But did such a place really exist?
It seemed too incredible to be real. And yet, here was the most powerful criminal in Katmandu telling Annja Creed and her friend Mike that he firmly believed it did exist. And here was an apparently famous adventurer and a learned man saying they believed the same.
If they thought the legends true, then Tuk supposed all that remained was to find out if it truly did exist.
He wondered what it would be like to discover such a land. With so much of his own past steeped in doubt and question, Tuk found the idea of seeing a place like Shangri-La a tempting diversion.
Perhaps when he was done working for the man on the telephone, he would try to find the place on his own. He didn’t have to become a farmer. He could wander the countryside and find his own path. And there was no telling where it might lead.
Nepal, after all, was a land of legends and myths. The swirling mix of religions and peoples made for all sorts of craziness. Tuk grinned as he thought about the creatures said to exist outside the boundaries of civilization.
The yeti still walked according to legends he heard told by traders who came down to Katmandu from up north. Tuk wasn’t sure what to make of that particular story, but he had enough memory of being outside the city to know there were many parts of the country that seemed to defy the modern age. Who knew what existed in the crevices of the vast mountain ranges that jutted out of the earth?
Anything seemed possible, he decided, when standing in the middle of the night in the shadows of the hotel.
Tuk frowned. This wasn’t like him. Seeing that woman upstairs had shaken him. He recognized that the fear had welled up from the bottom reaches of his soul. He’d never felt this before and the fact that he did now shook his confidence.
It was not good for what he was tasked with doing.
Tuk only hoped that he would not run into the woman again. He knew she would rend him from head to toe with those lethal fingernails.
He shuddered in the dark as another breeze blew over him. Judging from the position of the stars overhead, the hours had passed quickly.
Tuk leaned back and stretched himself like a cat. He heard several pops and felt his muscles lengthen as he flexed this way and that. A sudden urge in his bladder made him adjust himself and then urinate in the corner.
But always, he kept his eyes on the entrance of the hotel.
His vigilance was rewarded shortly after three o’clock in the morning. He saw a sudden movement and then Burton and Kurtz each emerged from the lobby. Burton had the woman and Kurtz walked with Mike.
A black car rolled up and Burton eased Annja into the backseat. Kurtz slid Mike into the backseat and then got himself in, as well. Burton walked around and opened the front passenger side. He took a quick glance around and then slid into the car.
Tuk stepped out and over to the motorbike rack nearby. In seconds, he’d freed one of the small bikes and started the engine just as Burton’s car pulled out of the hotel driveway.
Tuk let them get ahead by two blocks before following.
He glanced back at the hotel and couldn’t help but feel like someone was still watching him.
He frowned and turned his attention back to the car. They drove at a leisurely pace. There seemed no sense of urgency.
Tuk, as much as he despised Tsing, felt fairly certain that he didn’t mean Annja and Mike harm. He merely wanted them handled in such a way so as to prove that he was in absolute command of things. And certainly drugging them and positioning them in the plane would convey such a message.
Tuk wondered if Mike even had the map they’d spoken of with him. They would need it, after all, if they were going to fly and try to locate Shangri-La.
The car turned right and then followed the main road out toward the airfield. Tuk recognized the area and knew they were getting closer to the plane. He would have to make sure they didn’t spot him as they rolled inside the airfield perimeter.
Half a mile farther on, Tuk saw the taillights flash red as they braked and then turned left into the entryway. He eased the motorbike over to the side of the road and waited.
From his vantage point, Tuk could make out the car rolling toward a small airplane like the kind that ferried mountaineers all over the country.
Burton got out of the car first and checked their surroundings. Then he waved for Kurtz to exit the car. Together, they got Annja and Mike into the airplane. When they’d finished, Burton walked over to the trunk and removed several bags and stowed them in the plane, as well. When that was done, both he and Kurtz got back in the car and drove away.
Tuk rolled himself back into the shadows and let them drive past. He waited until he felt certain they were gone.
Then Tuk headed toward the plane, an idea already forming in his mind.
7
Annja woke up as the first rays of sunlight needled their way through the cockpit window of the de Havilland DHC-6 Twin Otter aircraft and roused her from the foggy drug-induced sleep. She looked around, realized where she was and then nudged Mike, who sat in the pilot’s seat.
He groaned and then reached up to stretch his hands, bumping them instead on the roof of the cockpit.
“Careful,” Annja said. “It’s cramped in here.”
Mike’s eyes fluttered open. “What the hell?”
Annja grinned. “Apparently, Tsing wants to make sure we get started finding Shangri-La right away.”
“I guess.” Mike looked around. “The plane’s a little large for what we need, but I guess it’ll do.”
“Can you fly this thing?” Annja asked.
Mike nodded. “Got my pilot’s license about five years back. When I knew I’d be spending more time in this part of the world, it seemed like a good idea to have it. The more you can be self-reliant over here, the better off you are.”
“Would have been better if you were financially self-reliant, too,” Annja said.
Mike blanched. “Yeah, all
