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if he wasn’t somehow responsible. All this might simply be the suspicious brooding of an old man who has been on the job too long.”
    â€œI don’t think you’re old, sir.” Quaile caught the frown that passed over Isaac’s face.
Smart old fart. I’ll have to be more tactful ...
    â€œWhat I’m asking,” continued Isaac, “is that you keep an eye on him and report anything suspicious to me. Understood?”
    â€œYes, sir. You may be pleased to know that I’m already on top of it. I’ve sensed he was a bad apple ever since I first arrived.”
    â€œYou have?”
    â€œI’ve found him to be contemptuous in nature and he is not someone I feel is properly groomed for the duties he is now responsible for. I’m surprised that his predecessor did not identify this.”
    â€œI’ve noticed that your office seems ... well, morespruced up since your arrival.”
    â€œThank you, sir. Shoddiness, tardiness, insubordination ... are all things I will not permit under my command. Unfortunately, Corporal Taggart has required discipline in all these areas. I also suspect he is a bad influence on the more junior members in the office. Now, realizing his history, perhaps Taggart is someone who should be given a less significant position?”
    Isaac let out a sigh and said, “I hope you haven’t misunderstood me on this matter. Taggart has done excellent work in the past. He is a particularly gifted undercover operative, exceptionally astute, and if I were a criminal, quite honestly, he is the last person I would ever want on my trail. All I’m asking you to do is to keep close tabs on him. Treat him fairly, but at the same time, I will not tolerate any deviations from policy. Is that clear?”
    â€œYes, sir,” replied Quaile.
The first real test of my leadership! Thank you for the opportunity, Corporal Taggart!

chapter three
    Hang’s wet hands grasped the rope ladder to the fishing trawler waiting below. A mixture of rain and snow lashed at her face but she did not care. The excitement of finally arriving made everyone slightly giddy. The fact that their ship was three days ahead of schedule made it even better.
    As soon as her feet touched the deck of the trawler, she anxiously pushed her way past the others to the outside edge to see if she could see any lights on shore. She saw only darkness.
    Hang felt an arm around her shoulders and smiled at Ngoc Bích. “We’ve made it,” said Hang, feeling breathless.
    â€œThey told me we would be on land in an hour,” replied Ngoc Bích. “We haven’t made it yet.”
    â€œIf it is only an hour, I think I could swim that far,” replied Hang.
    Ngoc Bích laughed and said, “Not here. You would become like a block of ice at the fish market.”
    â€œQuiet everyone! Lie down!” came a man’s hushed voicefrom the ship above.
    Hang quickly did as instructed. Soon the reason was clear as she heard the sound of a third boat. It chugged closer and closer ... before continuing past.
    Hang peeked over the railing and saw that it was another fishing trawler heading out to sea. Everything was okay.
    Their trawler did make land in an hour and moored alongside a wharf. Two vans took turns relaying the passengers to their next destination. Eventually it was Hang and Ngoc Bích’s turn to stumble down a wharf into a waiting van.
    â€œMy legs ... they are acting strange,” said Hang.
    â€œWe are like sailors,” said Ngoc Bích. “At sea many days.” They reached the van and crawled in the back with several other passengers. The driver was a Vietnamese man. He told them he was a fisherman and would take them to his home nearby.
    â€œJust like Hanoi,” commented Hang, gesturing around the van from where she sat on the floor. “Another crowded van filled with the same people. Maybe we’re still in Hanoi.”
    Ngoc