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 〃Propulsion engineers always seem more fortable on board ship;〃 Hanley said。 
 〃How's the rest of the operation going?〃 Ross asked。 
 〃The actual Golden Buddha is currently in an underground storm sewer;〃 Hanley said; pointing to a monitor。 〃That team is making its way to the waterfront。〃 
 〃I thought the Buddha was lifted out by helicopter;〃 Ross said。 
 〃That was the fake;〃 Hanley said。 
 〃But。 。 。;〃 Ross started to say。 
 〃It was on a need…to…know basis;〃 Hanley said。 〃Remember when the chairman arrived by seaplane?〃 
 〃Sure;〃 Ross said。 〃When we were under way at sea。〃 
 〃He had just returned from the art auction where the icon was sold。 The Corporation jumped in thenwe arranged the shipment to Macau。 Gunderson was the pilot。 Then a couple of our men met the plane with an armored carwe thought we'd just grab it then。 The art dealer had other plans; however。 He was planning to screw the owner with a fake; so we just went along with his plan; knowing all the while where the true artifact was hiding。〃 
 〃So all the efforts at the party were a facade?〃 
 〃It was designed to throw off the authorities and confuse the picture;〃 Hanley said。 〃Meanwhile; if all goes well; Cabrillo will plete the art dealer's sale and the Corporation will pocket the proceeds。〃 
 〃So Reinholt was shot for no reason;〃 Ross said。 
 〃There were a hundred million reasons Reinholt was wounded;〃 Hanley said。 〃A hundred million and one; if you count the fact that we confused the Macau police and made the art dealer the prime suspect。〃 
 〃So the art dealer is the patsy;〃 Ross said。 
 〃He's our Oswald;〃 Hanley agreed。 
 〃Diabolical;〃 said Ross。 
 〃It's not over yet;〃 Hanley said quietly。 〃We still need the payoff。 And to get out of here。〃 
 
 IN BEIJING; THE foreign secretary; the head of the Chinese army and President Hu Jintao were staring at satellite photographs。 
 〃As of yesterday;〃 the foreign secretary said; 〃Novosibirsk in Siberia is the busiest airport in the world。 The Russians are ferrying in military 1 supplies at an alarming rate。 Cargo planes are landing at the rate of one every few minutes。〃 
 Hu Jintao was examining a photograph with a magnifying glass。 〃Tanks; personnel carriers; attack helicopters are already on the ground。〃 
 The head of the Chinese army handed Jintao a photograph。 〃The amount of supplies already on the ground can support nearly forty thousand ground troops; and more is arriving every minute。〃 
 〃I've already contacted Legchog Zhuren in Tibet;〃 Jintao said。 〃He's mobilized his forces and they are starting toward the northern border。〃 
 〃How many men are under his control?〃 the foreign secretary asked。 
 〃He has twenty thousand bat and support troops in Tibet;〃 the head of the Chinese army answered。 
 〃Then it's already two to one;〃 the foreign secretary noted。 
 Jintao pushed the photographs aside。 〃To maintain control inside Tibet; we have sponsored mass immigration from the other regions of China over the years。 Zhuren has mobilized the Chinese citizens in Tibet and drafted them into the army。 That gives us nearly twenty thousand more that are of the right age to serve。 Some have already left Lhasa for the march northwe are trying to train them as they travel。〃
 〃The Russians have crack troops;〃 the head of the Chinese army said。 〃Our recently recruited farmers and shopkeepers will be wiped out。〃 
 〃That's if the Russians cross the border;〃 the foreign secretary noted。 〃They are still claiming through diplomatic channels that this is just an exercise。〃 
 〃That's a damn big exercise;〃 Jintao said quietly。 
 He sat back in his chair to think。 The last thing he wanted was to face off with the Russiansbut he could not back down from the threat; either。 
 
 THE BOEING 737 was still undergoing customs inspection when Cabrillo and the others arrived at their rented hangar。 Spenser had started to e out of his stupor a few minutes before。 Adams opened the rear door of the white SUV; then waved smelling salts under his nose。 Spenser shook his head several times; then cracked open his eyes。 Adams helped him to his feet just outside the door of the Chevrolet。 Spenser stood on the floor of the hangar on wobbly legs and tried to remember what had happened。 
 〃e here;〃 Adams said; leading him over to a chair alongside a Workbench and seating him。 
 With the help of Kevin Nixon; Cabrillo was erecting the folding ramp to unload the fake speaker case holding the faux Buddha。 Nixon had arrived at the hangar several hours earlier and had been busy ever since。 

 〃Is everything ready?〃 Cabrillo asked。 
 〃Yes; sir;〃 Nixon said as he grabbed one side of the speaker case。 
 The two men rolled the case onto the wheeled metal conveyor。 When it reached the end; they tilted the case upright; folded the legs of the ramp under; then bent it in half on the hinges and slid it back into the SUV。 
 〃We have the clothes?〃 Cabrillo inquired。 
 〃I stopped at his hotel room on the way over。 His bags were already packed;〃 Nixon said。 
 〃The best…laid plans;〃 Cabrillo said; 〃of mice and men。〃 Cabrillo; followed by Nixon; walked over to where Spenser was  sitting。 
 The art dealer stared up at Cabrillo。 〃You look familiar;〃 he said slowly。 
 〃We've never met;〃 Cabrillo said coldly; 〃but I know a lot about  you。〃 
 〃Who are you people?〃 Spenser said; shaking his head to clear the fog; 〃and what do you want from me?〃 
 Adams was standing a few feet from Spenser。 While his rugged good looks did not make him appear menacing; Spenser was sure that if he tried to stand; he wouldn't get far。 Cabrillo walked right in front of the art dealer and invaded his space。 He stared into Spenser's eyes and spoke quietly。 
 〃Right about now;〃 Cabrillo said; 〃you're not in a good position; so shut up and listen。 A few miles from here; you have one infuriated Asian billionaire who is convinced you bilked him out of a couple of hundred million dollars。 And contrary to what you might think; he is not a nice manhe launched his fortune by running drugs for an Asian triad; and though he's legitimized his actions; he's still connected。 I would guess he's already made a call; and the entire criminal element of this country is searching for you as we speak。〃 
 〃What are you〃 Spenser began to say。 
 〃You're not listening;〃 Cabrillo said acidly。 〃We know yu switched Buddhas and were just about to resell the icon。 If you cooperate; we will give you a chance to run。 Otherwise; we'll do the switch anyway; then phone Ho and tell him where you can be found。 As they say; you are out of options。〃 
 Spenser thought wildly for a moment。 Without the sale of the Buddha; he was financially ruined。 But as soon as word got around about what he had tried here in Macau; his life as an art dealer was finished。 His only hope was to change his identity and disappear。 Escape to some faraway place and start his life anew。 He truly was out of options。 
 〃I can't run without papers;〃 he said。 〃Can you help me there?〃 
 Cabrillo had him and he knew itnow he just needed to reel him into the boat。 
 〃Kevin;〃 Cabrillo said; 〃are you linked to the ship?〃 
 〃Yes; sir;〃 Nixon answered。 
 〃Good;〃 Cabrillo said。 〃Then shoot Mr。 Spenser for me。〃 
 〃My pleasure;〃 Nixon said。 
 
 THE LAST FERRY from Hong Kong slowed near the dock and the captain began manipulating the thrusters to line the ship up with the dock。 On the bow; a man wearing highly polished Cole Haan loafers; a pair of lightweight wool pleated slacks and a silk…andcotton…blend shirt waited to depart。 His hair was longer than usual and wavy; and tucked into his shirt was a cravat of fine silk。 If you knew what to look for; the signs of a face…lift were barely visible。 But one would need to look close; as it had been an expensive and painstaking operation。 Save for the fact that the man was exhausted from the flight from Indonesia to Hong Kong; and the long day he had already faced; you might not have noticed anything odd about him at all。 
 The man was forty…five but appeared a decade younger。 
 He watched the deckhands secure the lines。 The men were young and fit and he liked that。 He liked the ethnic look and enjoyed young men's passions。 In the country 

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