“I keep putting your life in danger.”
“It’s a funny way to impress a girl.”
“It’s not on purpose.”
“All you have to do is tell me you love me,” she said.
“I love you.”
“See how much easier that is?”
This dialogue establishes the working relationship here on. Arthur Cathcart and Natsumi Fitzgerald spent the next couple of hundred pages traveling the world in search of answers while being pursued by the FBI, international agencies, and gangsters. It is about money Arthur’s former dead wife embezzled. Arthur wants to right the wrongs; he’s that kind of guy. Oh yes, he has been officially listed as dead. So he is flying under the radar and in many different disguises. This is a classic case of the hunted becoming the hunter.
“All you bastards who want to kill us,” I (Arthur) said out loud. “I’m coming after you.”
Natsumi stuck her head in the room again. “What did you say?”
The conversations they have while hunting and being hunted add great levity:
“My parents loved dogs, but it was unfair to keep them in apartments.”
“My Japanese mother used to say, ‘Cats, dogs, what’s next, water buffalo?”
“It’s a slippery slope.”
With part of his brain shot out, Arthur explains his gift: “One of my graduate professors would describe research as a methodical progression, searching for hidden pathways that would allow you to move along from phase to phase. I hated that idea. To me, there was nothing linear about it. Where he saw chain links, I saw a wild, gnarly bush. There was no gleaming, singular truth at the end of the journey. Only a jumble of approximate facts and assumptions, leading to a set of probabilities.”
I’m looking forward to more Cathcart books.