The sun was setting on Tokyo as Lukas stepped out of the hotel lobby. The doorman bowed deeply, and waiting at the curbside was a long black 1999 Lincoln Town Car limousine, its polished body shining under the streetlights. The vehicle had been arranged by Henry's people, along with a modest escort—two unmarked sedans ahead and behind, with plainclothes security sitting inside.
The driver, wearing a black cap and gloves, opened the door for him. Lukas stepped in, the leather interior creaking softly beneath him as he settled into the back seat. The soft hum of the engine and the low ambient light inside gave everything a calm air. On the seat next to him was a faxed envelope from Henry containing the documents for his chartered flight—details of his $125,000 flight arranged through a private aviation service based out of Narita. The destination was New York, direct and uninterrupted.
