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The Assassin's Touch: A Thriller

The Assassin's Touch: A Thriller

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May 1695. During a horse race at Edo Castle the chief of the shogun's intelligence service, Ejima Senzaemon, drops dead as his horse gallops across the finish line—the fourth in a recent series of sudden deaths of high-ranking officials. Sano Ichiro is ordered to investigate, despite his recent promotion to chamberlain and his new duties as the shogun's

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May 1695. During a horse race at Edo Castle the chief of the shogun's intelligence service, Ejima Senzaemon, drops dead as his horse gallops across the finish line—the fourth in a recent series of sudden deaths of high-ranking officials. Sano Ichiro is ordered to investigate, despite his recent promotion to chamberlain and his new duties as the shogun's second-in-command.

Meanwhile, Sano's wife, Reiko, is invited to attend the trial of Yugao, a beautiful young woman accused of stabbing her parents and sister to death. The woman has confessed, but the magistrate believes there is more to this case than meets the eye. He delays his verdict and asks Reiko to prove Yugao's guilt or innocence.

As their investigations continue, both Sano and Reiko come to realize that the man he is trying to hunt and the woman she is desperate to save are somehow connected. A single fingerprint on Ejima's temple puts Sano on the trail of an underground movement to overthrow the regime, and in the path of an assassin with a deadly touch.

"Elegantly told and interspersed with delicious bits of history" (Kirkus Reviews), Laura Joh Rowland's The Assassin's Touch is a mystery you won't want to miss.

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Publishers Weekly
At the start of Rowland's assured 10th historical set in 17th-century Japan (after 2004's The Perfumed Sleeve), Sano Ichiro, now the shogun's chamberlain and second-in-command, returns to his previous role of criminal investigator after the country's top spy, Ejima Senzaemon, drops dead on his mount during a horse race. Sano quickly finds that Senzaemon was just the latest senior official to die without warning. With the assistance of Hirata, his longtime assistant, the chamberlain uses his highly irregular sources to get on the trail of a martial-arts master using the legendary dim-mak, or touch of death. As always, the potential political ramifications of the crimes, which threaten the regime's precarious hold on power, add urgency to the inquiries, and failure risks not only Sano's status but his family's lives as well. While the significance of the subplot featuring Sano's wife, Reiko, may strike some as coincidental, the compelling story line, evocative detail and suspense should engage newcomers and satisfy longtime fans alike. At a point when many series show signs of wear, Rowland's characters remain fresh. Agent, Pamela Ahearn. (Aug. 8) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In the late-17th century, a Japanese husband and wife undertake separate probes of two murders. Outside the Edo Castle, a thoroughbred race turns tragic when one of the mounted samurai suffers a sudden unexpected pain and falls to the track to be trampled. It seems like an accident, but Sano Ichiro, in his tenth recorded case (The Perfumed Sleeve, 2004, etc.), discovers that the warrior, Ejima Senzaemon, was killed by dim-mak, an expert touch that causes its victim to bleed fatally from the head. A hard stroke kills instantly, but this one, coroner Ito explains to Sano, was deliberately gentle so as to trigger a later death. As chief of the metsuke, the Japanese national intelligence service, Ejima had many enemies. Though Sano has risen to the position of second-in-command to the shogun, discretion demands he conduct this case personally. Meanwhile, his wife Reiko is undertaking an equally sensitive investigation. A young woman named Yugao has been arrested for the brutal murder of her parents and sister, a charge she does nothing to deny. Because Yugao's family are hinin, Japan's lowest social caste, justice is a low priority. Reiko's father, Magistrate Ueda, thinks his daughter can reach the girl. Reiko seems to be succeeding until Yugao escapes prison during a fire, unknowingly placing herself in greater danger. A pair of conventional mysteries elegantly told and interspersed with delicious bits of history. Agent: Pam Ahearn/Ahearn Agency

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ISBN-13:
9781429908481
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
10/31/2006
Series:
Sano Ichiro Series , #10
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Macmillan
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NOOK Book
Pages:
320
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The Assassin's Touch


By Laura Joh Rowland

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2005 Laura Joh Rowland
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-0848-1


CHAPTER 1

Above the racetrack, past forested slopes carved by stone-walled passages that encircled and ascended the hill, a compound stood isolated from the estates that housed the top officials of the Tokugawa regime. High walls topped with metal spikes protected the compound, whose tiled roofs rose amid pine trees. Samurai officials, wearing formal silk robes and the two swords, shaved crowns, and topknots of their class, queued up outside. Guards escorted them in the double gate, through the courtyard, into the mansion that rambled in a labyrinth of wings connected by covered corridors. They gathered in an anteroom, waiting to see Chamberlain Sano Ichiro, the shogun's second-in-command and chief administrator of the bakufu, the military government that ruled Japan. They passed the time with political gossip, their voices a constant, rising buzz. In nearby rooms whirled a storm of activity: The chamberlain's aides conferred; clerks recorded business transacted by the regime, collated and filed reports; messengers rushed about.

Closeted in his private inner office, Chamberlain Sano sat with General Isogai, supreme commander of the army, who'd come to brief him on military affairs. Around them, colored maps of Japan hung on walls made of thick wooden panels that muted the noise outside. Shelves and fireproof iron chests held ledgers. The open window gave a view of the garden, where sand raked in parallel lines around mossy boulders shone brilliant white in the afternoon sun.

"There's good news and bad news," General Isogai said. He was a bulbous man with a squat head that appeared to sprout directly from his shoulders. His eyes glinted with intelligence and joviality. He spoke in a loud voice accustomed to shouting orders. "The good news is that things have quieted down in the past six months."

Six months ago, the capital had been embroiled in political strife. "We can be thankful that order has been restored and civil war prevented," Sano said, recalling how troops from two opposing factions had clashed in a bloody battle outside Edo and 346 soldiers had died.

"We can thank the gods that Lord Matsudaira is in power, and Yanagisawa is out," General Isogai added.

Lord Matsudaira—a cousin of the shogun—and the former chamberlain Yanagisawa had vied fiercely for domination of the regime. Their power struggle had divided the bakufu, until Lord Matsudaira had managed to win more allies, defeat the opposition's army, and oust Yanagisawa. Now Lord Matsudaira controlled the shogun, and thus the dictatorship.

"The bad news is that the trouble's not over," General Isogai continued. "There have been more unfortunate incidents. Two of my soldiers were ambushed and murdered on the highway, and four others while patrolling in town. And yesterday, the army garrison at Hodogaya was bombed. Four soldiers were killed, eight wounded."

Sano frowned in consternation. "Have the persons responsible been caught?" "Not yet," General Isogai said, his expression surly. "But of course we know who they are."

After Yanagisawa had been ousted, scores of soldiers from his army had managed to escape Lord Matsudaira's strenuous efforts to capture them. Edo, home to a million people and countless houses, shops, temples, and shrines, afforded many secret hiding places for the fugitive outlaws. Determined to avenge their master's defeat, they were waging war upon Lord Matsudaira in the form of covert acts of violence. Thus, Yanagisawa still cast a shadow even though he now lived in exile on Hachijo Island in the middle of the ocean.

"I've heard reports of fighting between the army and the outlaws in the provinces," Sano said. The outlaws were fomenting rebellion in areas where the Tokugawa had less military presence. "Have you figured out who's leading the attacks?"

"I've interrogated the fugitives we've captured and gotten a few names," General Isogai said. "They're all senior officers from Yanagisawa's army who've gone underground."

"Could they be taking orders from above ground?"

"From inside the bakufu, you mean?" General Isogai shrugged. "Perhaps. Even though Lord Matsudaira has gotten rid of most of the opposition, he can't eliminate it all."

Lord Matsudaira had purged many officials because they'd supported his rival. The banishments, demotions, and executions would probably continue for some time. But remnants of the Yanagisawa faction still populated the government. These were men too powerful and entrenched for Lord Matsudaira to dislodge. They comprised a small but growing challenge to him.

"We'll crush the rebels eventually," General Isogai said. "Let's just hope that a foreign army doesn't invade Japan while we're busy coping with them."

Their meeting finished, Sano and General Isogai rose and exchanged bows. "Keep me informed," Sano said.

The general contemplated Sano a moment. "These times have been disastrous for some people," he remarked, "but beneficial for others." His sly, knowing smile nudged Sano. "Had Yanagisawa and Lord Matsudaira never fought, a certain onetime detective would never have risen to heights far above expectation ... isn't that right, Honorable Chamberlain?"

He emphasized the syllables of Sano's title, conferred six months ago as a result of a murder investigation that had contributed to Yanagisawa's downfall. Once the shogun's sosakan-sama—Most Honorable Investigator of Events, Situations, and People—Sano had been chosen to replace Yanagisawa.

General Isogai chuckled. "I never thought I'd be reporting to a former rdnin." Before Sano had joined the government, he'd been a masterless samurai, living on the fringes of society, eking out a living as a tutor and martial arts instructor. "I had a bet with some of my officers that you wouldn't last a month."

"Many thanks for your vote of confidence," Sano said with a wry smile, as he recalled how he'd struggled to learn how the government operated, to keep its huge, arcane bureaucracy running smoothly, and establish good relations with subordinates who resented his promotion over them.

As soon as General Isogai had departed, the whirlwind outside Sano's office burst through the door. Aides descended upon him, clamoring for his attention: "Here are the latest reports on tax revenues!" "Here are your memoranda to be signed!" "The judicial councilors are next in line to see you!"

The aides stacked documents in a mountain on the desk. They unfurled scrolls before Sano. As he scanned the papers and stamped them with his signature seal, he gave orders. Such had been his daily routine since he'd become chamberlain. He read and listened to countless reports in an attempt to keep up with everything that was happening in the nation. He had one meeting after another. His life had become an unceasing rush. He reflected that the Tokugawa regime, which had been founded by the steel of the sword, now ran on paper and talk. He regretted the habit he'd established when he'd taken up his new post.

In his zeal to take charge, he'd wanted to meet everyone, and hear all news and problems unfiltered by people who might hide the truth from him. He'd wanted to make decisions himself, rather than trust them to the two hundred men who comprised his staff. Because he didn't want to end up ignorant and manipulated, Sano had opened his door to hordes of officials. But he'd soon realized he'd gone too far. Minor issues, and people anxious to curry his favor, consumed too much of his attention. He often felt as though he was frantically treading water, in constant danger of drowning. He'd made many mistakes and stepped on many toes.

Regardless of his difficulties, Sano took pride in his accomplishments. He'd kept the Tokugawa regime afloat despite his lack of experience. He'd attained the pinnacle of a samurai's career, the greatest honor. Yet he often felt imprisoned in his office. His warrior spirit grew restless; he didn't even have time for martial arts practice. Sitting, talking, and shuffling paper while his sword rusted was no job for a samurai. Sano couldn't help yearning for his days as a detective, the intellectual challenge of solving crimes, and the thrill of hunting criminals. He wished to use his new power to do good, yet there seemed not much chance of that.

An Edo Castle messenger hovered near Sano. "Excuse me, Honorable Chamberlain," he said, "but the shogun wants to see you in the palace right now."

On top of everything else, Sano was at the shogun's command day and night. His most important duty was keeping his lord happy. He couldn't refuse a summons, no matter how frivolous the reason usually turned out to be.

As he exited his chamber, his two retainers, Marume and Fukida, accompanied him. Both had belonged to his detective corps when he was sosakan-sama; now they served him as bodyguards and assistants. They hastened through the anteroom, where the officials waiting to see Sano fretted around him, begging for a moment of his attention. Sano made his apologies and mentally tore himself away from all the work he had to do, while Marume and Fukida hustled him out the door.

Inside the palace, Sano and his escorts walked up the long audience chamber, past the guards stationed against the walls. The shogun sat on the dais at the far end. He wore the cylindrical black cap of his rank, and a luxurious silk brocade robe whose green and gold hues harmonized with the landscape mural behind him. Lord Matsudaira knelt in the position of honor, below the shogun on his right. Sano knelt in his own customary position at the shogun's left; his men knelt near him. As they bowed to their superiors, Sano thought how similar the two cousins were in appearance, yet how different.

They both had the aristocratic Tokugawa features, but while the shogun's were withered and meek, Lord Matsudaira's were fleshed out by robust health and bold spirits. They were both fifty years of age and near the same height, but the shogun seemed much older and smaller due to his huddled posture. Lord Matsudaira, who outweighed his cousin, sat proudly erect. Although he wore robes in subdued colors, he dominated the room.

"I've requested this meeting to announce some bad news," Lord Matsudaira said. He maintained a cursory charade that his cousin held the power, and pretended to defer to him, but fooled no one except the shogun. Even though he now controlled the government, he still danced attendance on his cousin because if he didn't, other men would, and he could lose his influence over the shogun to them. "Ejima Senzaemon has just died."

Sano experienced surprise and dismay. The shogun's face took on a queasy, confused expression. "Who did you say?" His voice wavered with his constant fear of seeming stupid.

"Ejima Senzaemon," repeated Lord Matsudaira. "Ahh." The shogun wrinkled his forehead, more baffled than enlightened. "Do I know him?"

"Of course you do," Lord Matsudaira said, barely hiding his impatience at his cousin's slow wits. Sano could almost hear him thinking that he, not Tokugawa Tsunayoshi, should have been born to rule the regime.

"Ejima was chief of the metsuke" Sano murmured helpfully. The metsuke was the intelligence service that employed spies to gather information all over Japan, for the purpose of monitoring troublemakers and guarding the regime's power.

"Really?" the shogun said. "When did he take office?"

"About six months ago," Sano said. Ejima had been appointed by Lord Matsudaira, who'd purged his predecessor, an ally of Chamberlain Yanagisawa.

The shogun heaved a tired sigh. "There are so many new people in the, ahh, government these days. I can't keep them straight." Annoyance pinched his features. "It would be much easier for me if the same men would stay in the same posts. I don't know why they can't."

Nobody offered an explanation. The shogun didn't know about the war between Lord Matsudaira and Chamberlain Yanagisawa, or Lord Matsudaira's victory and the ensuing purge; no one had told him, and since he rarely left the palace, he saw little of what went on around him. He knew Yanagisawa had been exiled, but he wasn't clear as to why. Neither Lord Matsudaira nor Yanagisawa had wanted him to know that they aspired to control the regime, lest he put them to death for treason. And now Lord Matsudaira wanted the shogun kept ignorant of the fact that he'd seized power and virtually ruled Japan. No one dared disobey his orders against telling the shogun. A conspiracy of silence pervaded Edo Castle.

"How did Ejima die?" Sano asked Lord Matsudaira. "He fell off his horse during a race at the Edo Castle track," Lord Matsudaira said. "Dear me," the shogun said. "Horse racing is such a dangerous sport, perhaps it should be, ahh, prohibited." "I recall hearing that Ejima was a particularly reckless rider," Sano said, "and he'd been in accidents before." "I don't believe this was an accident," Lord Matsudaira said, his tone sharp. "I suspect foul play." "Oh?" Sano saw his surprise mirrored on his men's faces. "Why?"

"This isn't the only recent, sudden death of a high official," Lord Matsudaira said. "First there was Ono Shinnosuke, the supervisor of court ceremony, on New Year's Day. In the spring, Sasamura Tomoya, highway commissioner, died. And just last month, Treasury Minister Moriwaki."

"But Ono and Sasamura died in their sleep, at home in bed," Sano said. "The treasury minister fell in the bathtub and hit his head. Their deaths seem unrelated to Ejima's." "Don't you see a pattern?" Lord Matsudaira's manner was ominous with insinuation.

"They were all, ahh, new to their posts, weren't they?" the shogun piped up timidly. He had the air of a child playing a guessing game, hoping he had the right answer. "And they died soon after taking office?"

"Precisely," Lord Matsudaira said, surprised that the shogun remembered the men, let alone knew anything about them.

They were all Lord Matsudaira's trusted cronies, installed after the coup, Sano could have added, but didn't.

"These deaths may not have been as natural as they appeared," said Lord Matsudaira. "They may be part of a plot to undermine the regime by eliminating key officials."

While Lord Matsudaira's enemies inside and outside the bakufu were constantly plotting his downfall, Sano didn't know what to think about a conspiracy to weaken the regime within a regime that he'd established. During the past six months, Sano had watched him change from a confident leader of a major Tokugawa branch clan to a nervous, distrustful man insecure in his new position. Frequent sabotage and violent attacks against his army by Yanagisawa's outlaws fed his insecurity. Stolen power could be stolen from the thief, Sano supposed.

"A plot against the regime?" Always susceptible to warnings about danger, the shogun gasped. He looked around as though he, not Lord Matsudaira, were under attack. "You must do something!" he exclaimed to his cousin.

"Indeed I will," Lord Matsudaira said. "Chamberlain Sano, I order you to investigate the deaths." Although Sano was second-in-command to the shogun, he answered to Lord Matsudaira, as did everyone else in the government. In his haste to protect himself, Lord Matsudaira forgot to manipulate the shogun into giving the order. "Should they prove to be murders, you will identify and apprehend the killer before he can strike again."

A thrill of glad excitement coursed through Sano. Even if the deaths turned out to be natural or accidental, here was a welcome reprieve from paperwork. "As you wish, my lord."

"Not so fast," the shogun said, narrowing his eyes in displeasure because Lord Matsudaira had bypassed his authority. "I seem to recall that Sano-san isn't a detective anymore. Investigating crimes is no longer his job. You can't ask him to, ahh, dirty his hands investigating those deaths."

Lord Matsudaira hastened to correct his mistake: "Sano san is obliged to do whatever you wish, regardless of his position. And you wish him to protect your interests, don't you?"

Obstinacy set the shogun's weak jaw. "But Chamberlain Sano is too busy."

"I don't mind the extra work, Your Excellency." Now that Sano had his opportunity for action, he wasn't going to give it up. His spiritual energy soared at the prospect of a quest for truth and justice, which were fundamental to his personal code of honor. "I'm eager to be of service."

"Many thanks," the shogun said with a peevish glare at Lord Matsudaira as well as at Sano, "but helping me run the country requires all your attention."

Now Sano remembered the million tasks that awaited him. He couldn't leave his office for long and risk losing his tenuous control over the nation's affairs. "Perhaps His Excellency is right," he reluctantly conceded. "Perhaps this investigation is a matter for the police. They are ordinarily responsible for solving cases of mysterious death."

"A good idea," the shogun said, then asked Lord Matsudaira with belligerent scorn, "Why didn't you think of the police? Call them in."

"No. I must strongly advise you against involving the police," Lord Matsudaira said hastily.

Sano wondered why. Police Commissioner Hoshina was close to Lord Matsudaira, and Sano would have expected Lord Matsudaira to give Hoshina charge of the investigation. Something must have gone wrong between them, and too recently for the news to have spread.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Laura Joh Rowland, the granddaughter of Chinese and Korean immigrants, was educated at the University of Michigan and now lives in New Orleans with her husband. The Assassin's Touch is the tenth book in her widely acclaimed series featuring Sano Ichiro.


LAURA JOH ROWLAND is the author of the Sano Ichiro mysteries, which have twice been named Best Mysteries of the Year by Publishers Weekly. She lived through a natural disaster when Hurricane Katrina nearly destroyed her house in New Orleans, and now lives in New York City.

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