Killmaster 38 - The Defector by Nick Carter

Author:Nick Carter [Carter, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: papachanjo
Published: 2011-08-06T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Nick waited in the sampan until darkness was complete. Lights glittered along the harbor, and across it he could see the lights of Kowloon. The junk was out of his view now. He had not seen any movement on it all day. But, to be sure, he waited until well past midnight.

He wrapped Wilhelmina and Hugo in the coolie clothes that had been tied around his waist. He had no plastic bag, so he would have to hold the clothes out of the water. Pierre, the tiny gas bomb, was taped just behind his left armpit.

The sampans around him were dark and quiet. Once again Nick lowered himself into the icy water. He moved with a slow side-stroke, holding the bundle above his head. He went between two sampans in the first row, then headed for open water. The going was slow and he made certain there was no splashing. When he was beyond the ferry landing, he turned right. He could see the dark silhouette of the junk now. There were no lights. Once he had passed the ferry landing, he headed directly for the bow of the junk. When he reached it, he hung onto the anchor chain and rested. He had to be very careful now.

Nick climbed up the chain until his feet had cleared the water. Then, using the bundle as a towel, he dried his feet and legs. Wouldn’t do to leave wet footprints on the deck. He climbed over the bow rail and dropped silently onto the deck. With cocked head, he listened. Hearing nothing, he quietly dressed, pushed Wilhelmina into the waistband of the pants, and kept Hugo in his hand. In a low crouch he made his way along the walkway on the port side of the cabin. He noticed the dinghy was missing. When he reached the afterdeck, he saw three sleeping forms. If Sheila and Ling were on board, Nick thought, they’d most likely be in the cabin. These three must be the crew. Nick stepped lightly between them. There was no door covering the front of the cabin, just a small, arch-shaped open space. Nick poked his head through, listening and looking. He heard no breathing except from the three behind him; he saw nothing. He went inside.

To his left were three bunks, one on top of the other. On his right were a wash basin and a stove. Beyond that was a long table with benches on each side. The mast came up through the center of the table. Two portholes were on each side of the cabin. Beyond the table was a door, probably the head. There was no place in the cabin he could hide himself. The storage lockers were too small. All open spaces along the bulkhead could easily be seen from the cabin. Nick looked down. There would be a space under the main deck. They’d probably use that for storage. Nick figured the hatch would be somewhere near the head. He moved cautiously along the table and opened the door to the head.

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