I arrived at Teixeira’s office shortly before five. The inspector appeared to be in a happy mood and I soon discovered why. “We finally have the name of the ship,” he said. “There was only one vessel that was bound for Beirut around the time the children were delivered to the harbor. It’s a Panamanian registered ship called the Ocean Princess.”
Ocean Princess“Excellent work. I’ll text the name to my brother in Lebanon and they can take it from there.” I had just finished sending the message when a tall, lanky man was shown into Teixeira’s office.
“Brad, I’d like you to meet Special Agent Shaw of the FBI,” the inspector said.
The agent shook my hand. “Please, call me Wayne.”
Teixeira closed the door, and once we were all seated Agent Shaw began speaking. “First, I would like to apologiz
