Wan Hai Telex -

For now.

Kim looked up from the radar. “Sir?” wan hai telex

Tzeo smiled for the first time in a week. “The Wan Hai telex says we’re free.” For now

Kim swallowed. “Can we fight it?”

Tzeo almost laughed. “You don’t fight a Wan Hai telex. You survive it.” Three days later, the surveyor arrived by launch. Mr. Hsu was a thin man with glasses and a briefcase that probably contained more legal force than a gun. He said nothing. He simply nodded at the container, watched as the seals were cut, and photographed the hollow interior with the patience of a tomb robber. “The Wan Hai telex says we’re free

“The Wan Hai telex, Captain?” Kim asked.

He thought of the shipper in Kaohsiung, the one who had loaded that container. A ghost now. And the consignee in Jakarta, claiming $480,000 for air . A perfect crime. And the only person left holding the bag was a captain with a Wan Hai telex in his hand.