Chapter Eighteen
I rented a self-storage locker under the name of my new back-up alias. I was starting to build up a new stash there, but at the moment it was pretty bare. That's where we took our captured agent. He was going to be unconscious for an hour or more, but when he started to come to, I needed to be right next to him. In his half-conscious state, his guard would be down, and I would be able to read his thoughts before he had a chance to shield himself. It was my best shot at getting solid intel.
Until then, I killed the time going through his personal effects. I went through his pockets. Driver's license confirmed he was John Ling. His wallet had two credit cards, about a hundred bucks in cash, and a very old, black-and-white photo of a young Chinese woman holding a baby. In t
