Near Port Selao
I found a note waiting for me back at the hotel. It was from a local contact: he had a package for me. It said to meet him at our regular café. I sent one of the hotel attendants with a package to my contact. The attendant thought he was delivering a gift of chocolates. I had a note hidden inside explaining I was being watched. Any hand-off we do must be cloak and dagger. We couldn’t meet directly.
The next day (today), I arrived at the café and spotted my contact immediately. He was seated in the middle of the café against a wall. We never once made eye contact. After ordering a tea, I sat at the table behind him.
No sooner did I sit up than my contact headed for the exit. He left behind a folded newspaper and an empty glass. I made as if I was looking for something to read and then grabbed the paper.
I could feel a thin package inside – an envelope. I took my time and finished my tea. I didn’t sense anyone following me but now was not the time to be careless.
I left with the newspaper, the whole time my hand was burning. I had to know what I was holding. After what seemed the longest walk to the hotel, I was back in the room with Peter and Michael.
I folded open the newspaper to find a taped-up manila envelope. It had my name on the centre. Underneath that, I saw words that sent a chill through me: “Tears can move mountains.”