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just before the shallows and try for the harbor.”
    The Ghost gazed forward. From the vantage point of the crest of a wave he could just see the line of light gray land. He said, “Steer straight on course. I’ll be back in a moment.”
    Bracing himself, he stepped outside. The wind and rain lashed his face as the Ghost made his way down to the container deck and then to the one below it. He came to the metal door that opened into the hold. He stepped inside and looked down at the piglets. Their faces turned toward him with fear and distress. The pathetic men, the frumpy women, the filthy children—even some pointless girls. Why had their foolish families bothered to bring them?
    “What is it?” Captain Sen asked. “Is the cutter in sight?”
    The Ghost didn’t answer. He was scanning the piglets for his bangshou. But there was no sign of him. Angry, he turned away.
    “Wait,” the captain called.
    The snakehead stepped outside and closed the door. “Bangshou!” he shouted.
    There was no response. The Ghost didn’t bother to call a second time. He screwed down the latches so that the door to the hold couldn’t be opened from the inside. He hurried back toward his cabin, which was on the bridge deck. As he struggled up the stairs he took from his pocket a battered black plastic box, just like the door opener for the garage of his luxurious house in Xiamen.
    He opened the box and pushed one button and then a second. The radio signal zipped through two decks down to the duffel bag he’d placed in the aft hold below the waterline. The signal closed the circuit and sent an electrical charge from a nine-volt battery into a blasting cap embedded in two kilos of Composition 4 explosive.
    The detonation was huge, much larger than he’d expected, and it sent a tall spume of water shooting into the air, higher than the highest waves.
    The Ghost was thrown off the stairs onto the main deck. He lay on his side, stunned.
    Too much! he realized. There’d been too much explosive. Already the ship was starting to list as she took on seawater. He’d thought it would take half an hour for the ship to sink. Instead, she would go down in minutes. He looked toward the bridge deck, where his money and guns sat in the small cabin, then once again scanned the other decks for his bangshou. No sign of him. But there was no time to look further. The Ghost rose and scrabbled across the listing deck to the nearest rubber life raft and began undoing the tie-down ropes.
    The Dragon lurched again, rolling farther onto her side.

Chapter Four
    The sound had been deafening. A hundred sledgehammers on a piece of iron.
    Nearly all of the immigrants had been thrown to the cold, wet floor. Sam Chang climbed to his feet and picked up his youngest boy, who’d fallen into a puddle of greasy water. He then helped up his wife and his elderly father.
    “What happened?” he shouted to Captain Sen, who was struggling through the panicked crowd to the door that led up to the deck. “Did we hit the rocks?”
    The captain called back, “No, no rocks. The water’s a hundred feet deep here. Either the Ghost has blown up the ship or the Coast Guard is firing on us. I don’t know.”
    “What is happening?” asked a panic-stricken man sitting near Chang. He was the father of the family that had camped out in the hold next to the Changs. Wu Qichen was his name. His wife lay listlessly on the cot nearby. She’d been feverish and lethargic throughout the entire voyage and even now seemed hardly aware of the explosion and chaos. “What’s going on?” Wu repeated in a high voice.
    “We’re sinking!” the captain called, and together he and several of his crewmen grabbed the latches of the door and struggled to open them. But they didn’t move. “He’s jammed them!”
    Some of the immigrants, both men and women, beganwailing and rocking back and forth; children stood frozen with fear, tears running down their dirty cheeks. Sam Chang and several of the