41Holger didn’t bother with a greeting.
“I left something for you in the usual place. Read it at once and take appropriate action.”
The line went dead.
I flipped on the light, booted up my tablet, and opened the sss account.
One message sat in the drafts folder. The subject line read, “Yours.”
The body was an English translation of a statement issued by one of the directors of Operation Fox Hunt.
I did a quick calculation. In China, it was Thursday, same as in California. But on their side of the International Date Line, it was early evening.
Someone must have ordered the statement released before the close of business.
I read every word of it.
Holger had added nothing except the subject line.
I set the tablet aside, got up, and started a pot of coffee brewing.
When I finished,
