Chapter 38
Captain Rang Jin-ho stared aghast at the latest radio signal.
This morning he’d been ordered to detour to Havana. He would be passing within a few hundred kilometers of Cuba anyway, so stopping to pick up four thousand tons of sugar on the way wasn’t a problem.
Maybe one of the Latina dockside doxies would want to model a red silk bra. There were some who would fill it out very nicely, though their skin would be too dark; it might ruin the image in his head.
Maybe not.
Looking at the rest of the signal, he wondered if he should have jumped ship when they were still back in New York. But he was fifty years old and had been in the service of Office 39 for nineteen years. Nowhere else would he have the privileges of a Senior Captain of the Office. Aboard he ate three meals a d
