“So am I,” Yuki said. “I am, after all, an intelligence officer. I have a trained eye.”
“And you didn’t say anything about it?”
She stood and looked at him for a long moment and then, seeming to come to a serious conclusion, said, “We have a saying here in Japan.”
“Oh, really?” Ryan said. “And what’s that?”
She was on tiptoe now, her lips just inches from his, her voice hoarse and breathy.
“Sometimes,” she said, “it is better to shut the hell up.”