Ren Lu strode down the narrow corridor of the freighter tied along the port. He snapped out an order to one of the men standing to the side. The man nodded and disappeared. Taking the steps two at a time, he ducked his head when he passed through the upper level hatch and stepped out onto the deck.
He had not been able to get as much information as he had hoped from the old man, but he had at least gotten a name to go with a face – Brian Jacobs. Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, he pressed in an unlisted number and waited. Almost immediately, a voice answered on the other end.
“Brian Jacobs, American, connected to Makayla Summerlin,” he said before disconnecting the call.
Ren Lu knew he would have information within the hour about the man who had been on the dock with Makayla. H
