TWENTY-FIVEAROUND THE FAR EDGE of the closest breakwater, a small motor boat came into the harbor, only a single light illuminating the standing driver that was maneuvering the vessel to the closest jetty.
“That’s our ride,” I said. I looked back at our Chinese prisoner who was fully sedated, looking for the world like a man who just had too much to drink tonight. We would be able to transfer him to the jetty with no problems. In any case, there was nobody else around to act as witnesses this time of the morning.
We got out, Jason opened Cheng’s door and I came round back, tightening up the blankets around the older man’s body. No need for him to also get pneumonia on top of it all.
I picked him up again, leaving Jason to close the doors and bring our pack. The deal was; we transport Ch
