CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The skeptical looking steward considered Sparky’s luggage. “Do you have more than backpack?”
“No, this is it.” The high-speed bullet train sped towards Hong Kong.
“Can I look inside? It is for security purposes.” The man set down his clipboard and reached for Sparky’s pack.
“Yes, but they already checked it at the gate.”
Sparky had put his last remaining pouches into his pockets. Besides a change of clothes, his backpack contained nothing but a first aid kit, bug repellant, deodorant and a shampoo bottle from the river cruise.
“No but. Backpacks can carry bad things such as explosives. I need to see inside.”
Patience wasn’t Sparky’s thing and he was tired. He handed the man the bag. “There’s nothing to see except my stinky clothes.”
The man kept eye contact wit
