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Chinaman's Chance

... account wherever the gods liked to hang out. The intelligence Maggie gathered was useful, but tracking the targets' movements proved more difficult than we counted on. Most of those bastards tended to hang about the Barbary Coast and frequent establishments where it was unsafe for any woman to enter. I needed a man's help, but I didn't know any. Or did I? More importantly, could I rely on him? He knew of my situation. One night Maggie rented a dinghy and I rowed out to meet him after dark. "Ahoy the boat," I called when I was about 20 yards out. "Jennifer?" "Aye, Captain," I responded. "Permission to come aboard?" "Granted and welcome." As soon as I was aboard, Tom handed me a glass. "It's a much better whiskey than the last time we shared a drink, thanks to you." We clinked glasses and I swallowed. Yeah, it was a much better whiskey. "What can I do for you? Have you begun your campaign of revenge?" "I'm working on it, but I could use some help." "From me?" Tom responded. "I don't know that I could. I'm just a washed up old seaman." "It shouldn't be too hard," I said. "I need a pair of eyes and ears in places where a woman can't go without being propositioned or molested. It'll require drinking in saloons and consorting with prostitutes, but keeping alert all the same. I'll cover your expenses and pay you for your time. Do you think you can handle it?" "I'm your man," Tom replied and saluted. I returned his salute. I half expected him to treat my offer as some kind of joke. ...

... He didn't even crack a smile. I felt a little more confident of my decision. I made sure Tom knew how to read and write. Then I gave him details on who I wanted followed and where they might be found. I also made sure he understood he wasn't to take action against any of these individuals. If anyone was going to get hurt or killed it was going to be me. "You can depend on me, Jennifer. I'll follow those landlubbers into the jakes if I have to so you can get the information you need." "Thanks, Tom. Just don't take any risks. They are dangerous men." I gave the man money, arranged a way to exchange messages and set up meetings, wished him luck and rowed myself back to shore. About a week later, I received a message for a face to face meeting. Tom handed me a report with their names, the addresses where they stayed, their usual haunts and the routes they took between home and work. He even listed his expenses. "I cleaned myself up a bit and then checked into the seaman's hotel," Tom said. "That made it easier to get around." "Good idea," I responded. He looked younger cleaned up. "It was easier than I thought it would be. Men like to drink and when they drink they like to talk. They talk about things they should probably keep their mouths shut about. You're right. Those men are crooks and murderers and especially the lawmen. Did you know that police sergeant has a nice house in a nice neighborhood with a wife and family? He didn't get all that on a policeman's pay." "I guess he ...