It was Kwei: “He just called.” “Where is he?” Xiang asked. “In the city somewhere, but he refused to say. He’ll be at the Liaobin ferry terminal at five.” “We’ll find it,” Xiang said. “Is he expecting you?” “No, I told him one of my people would be coming, a man named Lin. That way, you can—” “Good thinking. If you hear from him again, call me immediately.” “Of course.” Xiang hung up and turned to Eng. “Liaobin, two hours.” The ferry was halfway across Yinkou harbor when Xiang’s phone rang again. “Yes?” It was Shen. “We have a problem. One of the trackers was walking his dog north of the station and he got a hit on Tanner’s scent.” “What! How sure are they?” “Very. The dogs went crazy.