Chapter 32We cruised into the port of Zamboanga early in the morning two days later. The temperature was already ninety degrees at nine o’clock, and the humidity could only be described as soaking.
I left the ship with Gower, Bayani, and Schaffhauser, and we made our way to the hotel where Adaline said Manfred usually stayed when he was in town.
Sure enough, the hotel had a reservation for a Mr. Messner about a month before, but Manfred never showed up. We made further inquiries with the harbormaster and a couple of the ship lines that Manfred had used in the past. We discovered that Manfred had booked passage on a freighter named the Dona Fatima, and as was the case at the hotel, he never arrived.
“I’d say that means he never got here from Pagadian,” Gower said, wiping his brow with hi
