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Sam sprang forward and wrenched Squires" arm from her shoulders.
Midge ducked away and stumbled across the deck towards the saloon. The
former soldier bunched his fists.
"I don't know who the fuck you two jokers are, my friend . . ." He raised
his right hand as if to give it to Sam full on the nose, but instead the fingers
formed into the shape of a pistol which he jabbed against the middle of his
forehead. "But if I come across you again, you're dead!"
Holding his gaze for a couple of seconds, he turned away and hopped
onto the pontoon, a hand snaking out to greet his guest.
Sam ducked inside the saloon, heart pounding. Midge was scrabbling
through lockers. "Handset . . ." she hissed. "Where the fuck's the . . .?"
Sam pulled the police radio from a drawer and gave it to her.
"Tell me . . ."
"Know his face." She turned the set on. "From photos in the files. Works
for Yang Lai, the guy I was telling you about. Golden Triangle. He's
number two or three in the organisation. Name's Hu Sin. And for some
reason I can't explain, the bastard seems to know me."
From outside there was an explosive roar as the Estelle's engines started
up. Sam heard feet on the deck and spun round.
Hu Sin filled the doorway. In his hand was a gun, its barrel extended by
a silencer.
Sam stopped breathing. Midge had the handset to her mouth, but
couldn't speak, transfixed by the pistol levelled at her head.
Packer backed against the galley counter, remembering the wrench
they'd left on the worktop. Fingers closing round its shaft, he lunged
forward, cracking it down on Hu Sin's arm.
The man yelped and the gun clattered to the floor. Midge unfroze and
made a dive for it. His face twisting with pain, Hu Sin spun round and fled
the saloon. The policewoman grappled with the pistol and took aim.
"Leave him!" Sam snapped. "He's not the one you want."
They heard the clunk of feet on the finger pontoon as mooring lines
were freed. Then the engine noise declined as the Estelle reversed from the
berth.
"Fuck!" Midge hissed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"How does he know you?" Sam growled, furious at coming so close to
death for a cause she'd told him so little about.
"I don't know . . ." she howled. Then she caught herself, put a fist to her
mouth and closed her eyes. She'd remembered.
Through the wide stem window of the saloon they saw the Estelle
accelerate away. Jimmy Squires was at the wheel. On the cruiser's aft deck
Jan and Hu Sin stood side by side, the man talking on a mobile phone, the
woman clicking with a long-lensed camera.
Sam turned his face away. Theirs was a photo album he had no wish to
grace.

3
THEY HAD THEIR bags packed within minutes. The charter agent
looked outraged when they returned the boat keys and asked for a taxi
to the airport.
"But, this is New Year Eve," he protested, as if no sane person would