Ren Lu sat in his car that was parked across from the café. He had followed the long line of police vehicles into the marina and parked a short distance away. He wasn’t afraid that the police would find the item that had been stolen by Harrington. Unless they knew what they were looking for, they would overlook it. It had not been in the bags, so either the old man had hidden it or the girl had it. His gut was telling him the latter.
He watched the girl through the window. She looked tired, sitting with her head bowed and her hands wrapped around her drink. He glanced down at his watch. It was twenty-one hundred hours. The café was open twenty-four hours and the few people that had ventured out were beginning to leave. He would wait until there were fewer witnesses to deal with, and then
