Pieces of scrap metal and netting had been dumped into the now-defunct work area. The dock walls were low enough so that, if Voelkner stood up, he could see over them. The harbor was busy with cranes hoisting cargo off ships and men giving loud instructions and pulling the containers into position with bulky straps. Some containers were being loaded onto waiting train trucks. Voelkner studied the Handymax bulk carrier from SAT Marine that contained the cargo that he was interested in. The containers were stacked neatly on either side of the vessel. He punched a number into his phone. Latorre answered. “I’m here. But here are tons of containers.” Voelkner looked at his tablet screen. He glanced back at the containers. The blip on the map hovered somewhere in the center of them. “Just follow the signal,” Latorre said. Voelkner shook his head, frustrated. “The signal is accurate to two hundred meters. But as I said, the ship is filled with hundreds of containers. It will take me days to search them all.”
