Ren Lu stood on the deck of the large yacht anchored in the bay. His lips were pressed into a firm line, his face taut with anger. He had watched the scene unfold with a growing sense of fury. Lowering the binoculars he was looking through, Ren Lu turned sharply on his heel and strode across the covered deck to the salon below.
He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed the number to Sun Yung-Wing. His mind ran through what he would say. He rejected most of his initial thoughts, as all they would do is get him killed.
“You’ve found it?” Yung demanded in greeting.
“No,” Ren Lu snapped before drawing in a calming breath. “I have removed the sailboat to a secure port. Several of my most trusted men are currently searching it. If they find it, I will immediately inform yo
