(Tricked by the mysterious Asian double-agent Shay, Grant and Teagan handed over sensitive information on the German submarine base they discovered and destroyed in South America. After learning that Shay is a spy for the Empire of Japan who goes by Dare, Grant and Teagan pursue her to Chinatown in Los Angeles--hoping to catch her and retrieve the classified files.)
From the Adventures of Grant McSwain and His Hapless Assistant, Teagan O'Daire—Both the Unsuspecting Victims of the Unnamed Vixen
Teagan flung the dim sum restaurant door wide and crossed into the crowded street to meet up with Grant. The moon stood high above Los Angeles, its soft radiance overwhelmed by the glow of a hundred paper lanterns on ropes between buildings. A wave of sounds and smells crashed over Teagan—stewed pork, stir-fried vegetables, dozens of voices bartering and bantering in a harsh, tonal language.
Lots of restless bodies on the street, Teagan noted. Many looked homeless, their clothing dingy, their hair greasy and unwashed. Desperate eyes sought paying work, but who had money to spend? Even in Chinatown, the Great Depression took its toll.
Grant shook his head, then looked up and down the street. Fake pagodas and decorative Hollywood style façades captured the attention of Westerners, while stylized Chinese characters in gold-leaf calligraphy mystified the uninitiated.
"No one knows anyone named Dare." Grant said it like the English word for challenge.
"Dah-rey," Teagan corrected. "And in this part of town, you should ask about Shei. Little Tokyo is a couple streets south of here."
"Maybe that's where we should be searching, Teag." Grant rubbed his face in his palm. "No one here tells me anything. Watch."
He approached a food cart with a sign proclaiming the best soup dumplings in Chinatown. A wiry gray-haired man behind the cart smiled wide. "You want hsiao-lung-pao? Two dollar one dozen."
"Sorry," Grant said. "I'm looking for someone named Shay."
The merchant cocked his head. "Ni zhao shei ah?"
"That's what I said."
Teagan snickered. "I told you, her alias means 'who?' He's asking who you're looking for, and to him it sounds like you don't know."
She drew a bill from her purse and handed it to the man. "Six please. Hsieh-hsieh," she said with a grateful nod.
The man placed the steaming swirled buns on a disposable mat of woven straw and offered the makeshift plate to Teagan. His eyes flickered toward Grant and he laughed. "Ta de naozi huailema?"
Rusty Chinese filtered through her mind. Is his brain broken?
"Indeed," Teagan said with a smile. "Grant, let's try Little Tokyo."
They strolled south, eating dumplings and enjoying the foreign atmosphere, each pointing out oddities and unknown attractions that caught their eye.
Then Grant stiffened.
"What is it?"
He kept his eyes forward and whispered, "Don't turn or make eye contact. But we've got tails on our left. About two houses back now. I'm guessing Tong."
Teagan fought the urge to search for the threat. "You sure?"
"Grew up running 'shine for a mob boss in the Prohibition days. Seen enough gang toughs to know—they're not just guarding their turf."
"Maybe they'll have information we need?"
Grant chuckled. "Tong ain't known for their friendly disposition, especially to us foreign devils. We should get into Little Tokyo quickly." He picked up the pace.
"They won't enter?"
"And tangle with Yakuza? Nah."
Teagan hesitated. "Yakuza too?"
"You're the one that suggested following our leads to Dare."
"Dah-rey," Grant corrected.
They entered Little Tokyo and saw drifters seeking work. Teagan examined the faces watching her, and felt palpable hostility. She edged closer to Grant.
He offered her his muscular arm. "We're not particularly welcome here, are we, Teag?"
"The government's been saying the same thing to the Japanese," Teagan said. "Coolidge's Immigration Act cut off all new arrivals from the Empire. Since then... well, maybe President Roosevelt will change things."
"We have enough problems of our own to deal with," Grant said.
They approached an older woman with a rack of shoes on display and Teagan checked her notebook. She spoke in a slow, clipped tone. "Dah-rey doko dess-ka?"
The woman laughed and repeated the question. "Dare?"
Grant crossed his arms. "This is searching for a twig in a pile of chopsticks, Teag."
Teagan ignored Grant and considered her question. Maybe if I add an honorific term, it'll be clear who I'm looking for. "Dare-san doko dess-ka?"
The woman's eyes lit up, and she glanced around before leaning in close. "You seek Dare-san? Yakuza seek Dare-san too." She pointed a bony finger toward a truck with a covered flatbed in an open lot between two tall apartments.
Teagan and Grant dashed toward the lot, then Teagan paused to look back.
The woman had gathered up her rack and hustled into one of the apartments with uncanny speed for her age.
Grant approached the truck and froze when four Asian men jumped out. Two held tommy guns, and two carried cudgels. One pointed his club at Grant. "What you want, gaijin?"
"I'm looking for a mysterious woman—goes by Shei. Or maybe Dare." He finally said it with proper Japanese pronunciation.
Face twisted in anger, the man stalked toward Grant. "You Shei's partner or something? Did she bring you the opium she stole?"
The scrape of footfalls behind her caught Teagan's attention and she turned to find half a dozen armed men. One stepped forward and pointed his pistol at Grant. "Where is the Yakuza piaotzu named Dare, laowai? I heard you say her name. Where's the safety money she took from us?"
The Yakuza raised their guns. "Get off our turf, Tong dogs. And don't come back unless you bring us Shei."
The lead Tong laughed and aimed at the Yakuza who spoke. "Give up this Dare and our money, and we'll leave at once." His men formed a rank beside him.
Teagan pressed against Grant. "Sounds like we all got played. Got a way out?"
Grant raised his hands and scrunched up his face, narrowing his eyes with a wide toothy smile. "Evelybody carm darn," he said with a poor mockery of an Asian accent. "We awr go home now, no trouber!"
Rivalry forgotten, every gun pointed at him.
Teagan stood horrified and dumbfounded, jaw hanging open.
Grant shrugged. "Yeah, I got nothing."
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