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“That’s what you’re worried about?”
Roma folded his arms. His gaze was pinned on her, and Juliette suddenly resisted the urge to wipe at her face. It was bare, her cosmetics removed before she slept.
“Convenient, isn’t it?” Roma said. “The vaccine we both acquired that you insisted on safekeeping has gone missing to a mysterious bump in the night.”
Juliette’s eyes widened. “You think I orchestrated this?” she demanded. “Does thislook”—she whirled around to show him the back of her neck, a hand sweeping her loose hair up—“like something I would orchestrate?”
She felt the winter wind sting her bare skin, prickling against the wet blood that slowly trickled down the base of her skull. Roma gave a sharp intake of breath. Before Juliette could stop him, he had reached out and brushed a gentle finger near the wound.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “That was unfair.”
Juliette released her hair, stepping away. She thinned her lips, the wound at her neck pulsating with a relentless sensation now that she had focused on it. The bedframe had been as hard as rock. She was lucky it had only sliced a surface wound and not cracked her skull right open.
“It’s fine,” she grumbled, sticking her cold hands into her pockets. “It’s not as if—” Juliette stopped, her hand coming upon a crinkle of paper. With a gasp, she yanked it out, drawing Roma’s concern again until he registered what she had retrieved.
“The second vial,” he said.
Juliette nodded. “Since we’re already in the vicinity, how do you feel about a small trip tomorrow morning before we return?”
Eighteen
For the right amount of money, Miss Tang was more than happy to provide Roma and Juliette with a car, putting one of her men in the driver’s seat and instructing him to drive smoothly. Zhouzhuang was, by all technicalities, a town within Kunshan, but it lay much farther south, practically on the same latitudinal line as Shanghai. Still, it was a simple car ride in and out, and then they could catch the next train out of Kunshan’s city central.
“In and out,” Juliette muttered to herself, watching their misty gray surroundings blur together through the window. No more getting jumped by mysterious figures in the dark. No more getting distracted by White Flowers pretending to be her husband. “In and out.”
“Are you talking to me?”
Juliette jumped, her head—still throbbing from the night before—almost colliding with the low ceiling of the car. Said White Flower was staring at her in concern, leaning against the window on his side.
“No,” Juliette replied.
“You were muttering something.”
Juliette cleared her throat, but she was saved from answering further when the car started to slow, pulling into a cleared patch of hard dirt. Ahead, a canal was running quietly into the morning, its waters glistening despite the light spattering of clouds.
They had already ventured so far from Shanghai that Juliette figured they may as well return with something to show for it. Still, as she weighed the risks in her head and tried to plot a way forward for stopping the blackmailer, she wondered if she was lying to herself—if acquiring a second vaccine was nothing more than a matter she pretended was pressing just so she could sit near Roma for a second longer, her hand resting on the seat inches from his. She could not reach over, but the mere proximity soothed a part of her she didn’t want to acknowledge.
The car came to a stop.
“We’re here,” the driver declared. “You need a guide? I know Zhouzhuang well.”
“No need,” Roma said, all business. “We’ll be out soon.” He reached for his door, then glanced at Juliette again, who remained seated. “Come on, get a move on, laopó.”
Juliette thinned her lips, practically blowing her own door off its hinges as she got out.
“You can let that whole jig go now,” she muttered.
Roma had already walked far ahead. With a sigh, Juliette reluctantly followed, dragging her feet as she too ducked under the loose willow tree and entered the canal town.
She had never visited Zhouzhuang before, but it felt familiar in the way that desert roads and snow-capped mountains did: sights that she had never glimpsed with her own eyes but plucked from storybooks and word-spun tales. As she and Roma picked carefully through the narrow footpath, edging along the side of the river canals, they kept track of the street names using small markers along the cornerstone buildings. Every so often, elderly voices would call out from within their shops, selling candy or handheld fans or dried fish, but Roma and Juliette avoided looking into the stores they passed, for they were walking so closely to the entrances that a mere second of eye contact would trap them in conversation.
Juliette suddenly paused. Where Roma swerved around the woman by the canal scrubbing at her laundry, Juliette’s gaze latched on to the soap suds running along the concrete and into the water. The woman paid no attention, crouched over her task. The soap suds approached the edge...
Juliette dove toward the canal, her knees scraping the ground and her hand closing around the small string of pearls just as they fell over the edge, saving the jewelry before it could be washed into the water. The woman gave a cry of surprise, startled by Juliette’s quick rescue.
“I gather that this isn’t something you intended to toss into the canal,” Juliette said, holding out the soapy pearls.
The woman blinked, realizing what had happened. She gasped, dropping her laundry and waving her hands around with fervor. “Goodness, you are heaven sent! I must have left it in one of the pockets.”
