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Chinaman's Chance

... has other sources of income," I observed. Being a crooked cop did have its benefits. I read through the report. It was short and thorough. I was very pleased. "You're good. You should become a private detective." "Do you think so? I'll think about it. It sure pays better than anything I've ever done before." "That reminds me. I owe you some more money." "You don't owe me a thing," Tom said. "I mean it, too. Consider it a favor for saving my life." "I didn't save your life," I responded. "You saved mine. Don't you remember?" "A friend told me that last night one of those big steamships collided with my boat, smashing it to splinters. I don't think they even realized what happened because they didn't even slow down. I would have been aboard if you hadn't hired me." "Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "I'm certainly glad you were not aboard, but now you're homeless." "Don't worry about me, my dear. I'm a survivor." "But I will worry." I replied, "and I will check on you often." Tom nodded and smiled. I smiled in return. I think it was the first time I felt like smiling since I lost Chen. I asked Tom to continue his investigation in case something new or unexpected came up. I thought I had enough information, but it was an excuse to give him more money. He accepted the additional funds reluctantly. My first target's name was Abe Slocum. He was a local tough and provided muscle to anyone who needed his services. The word was that Madame Bordeaux had fired him because she blamed him for ...

... letting me get away. He was the one I kicked in the nuts. He was small fry as far as I was concerned, but I wanted to go after the big targets last. He lived in a rooming house near the Barbary Coast. He spent a lot of his evening hours in a nearby saloon before walking home. I picked a vacant lot where I knew he would walk by. I spotted him walking my way, a little unsteady on his feet from too much drink. Well, I wasn't going to let that bother me. Who said this had to be a fair fight? Fortunately, there was no one else nearby. I was dressed in black like a movie ninja. I called to him. "They're laughing at you, Abe. Did you know that?" He stopped and backed away, a little startled. He pulled a gun, but I was taking the risk that he wouldn't use it. I was money to him after all. "Huh? They better not! Who's there? You don't know what you're talkin' about." "They're saying you let a little Chinese girl kick you in the nuts and get away with it." He stepped forward, trying to spot me in the darkness. "That's a dirty lie," he said raising his voice. "There's only two people coulda told you that, and I'll take care of both of them sooner or later." "What about me?" I stepped into a patch of light briefly and let him see my face before stepping back out. The man staggered back a couple of steps. "You drowned, didn't you?" "Does it look like I drowned?" Did people think I was dead? There were certain advantages to people thinking I was dead. "Well," he said, sounding pleased now. ...