“This Mr. Loveless,” Yamazaki said. “He ask to meet you.” Gold flashed up at Chevette from the stranger’s grin. “Hi there,” he said, taking his hand out of the side pocket of his long black raincoat. The gun wasn’t very big, but there was something too easy in the way he held it, like a carpenter with a hammer. He was wearing surgical gloves. “Why don’t you come on down here?”
