14
Mitch left his office and took the stairs down to the I.T. department. Marcus was working on a translation, adorned in one of his customary loud shirts. Seeing Mitch, he removed the headphones.
“Marcus, you rang?” Mitch asked.
“Mitch my man, looking resplendent in that suit, but just once, I’d like to see one of these lovely Caribbean shirts beneath that black suit jacket.” Marcus frowned.
Mitch laughed. “Yeah, that’s on the cards. How is it going?”
“Can’t complain so I won’t. But I have something for you.” Marcus rose and handed Mitch a photo. “The name you gave us to trace, the one Nicholas got of the man registered for the dive …” Marcus looked at his notes. “Ba Hao-cun, he is one of the four police officers from the Beijing Armed Police Force here to study with our former G20 s
