Wall of Night

58

Two hours after curling up in his bunk and dropping instantly asleep, Tanner was awoken by the Motorola’s vibration alarm tickling his belly. He reached down, shut it off, then lay still for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of the forest and taking stock of his body.

He was in pain. From his head to his feet, he felt every scrape, bruise, and ounce of impact his feet and knees had taken during his long run. Starting at his toes, he slowly worked his way up his body, contracting and relaxing the muscles and tendons and ligaments, testing them for injury. Aside from the pain — which he hoped would work itself out as he began moving — he seemed intact.

He rolled onto his belly, parted the branches, and peeked out. All clear. Pushing his pack ahead of him, he crawled out and rearranged the branches to a natural position.

He spent fifteen minutes stretching and warming his muscles until finally the pain began to subside and he could move without wincing. He had a quick breakfast of trail mix, jerky, a pair of Excedrin, and washed them down with a liter of water.

He checked his watch: Time for another performance.

He pulled out the Motorola and dialed Yat Kwei, who answered immediately. “Ni hao!”

“It’s me,” Tanner said. “You recognize my voice?”

“Yes, of course. Where are you?”

“In a minute. Did you get the papers?”

“I’m working on it. They should be ready by this afternoon. The ship I have in mind departs at six tonight.”

“Good. I’m going to need the time. I had to leave the train near Gaokan.”

“Never heard of it.”

“It’s about fifteen miles north of Yingkou,” Tanner replied.

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Train stations make me nervous. I’ll go the rest of the way on foot. I’ll call you at three about the documents. Will you be coming yourself?”

“No,” Kwei said. “One of my associates. Don’t worry, he knows nothing about you.”

“That’s fine,” Tanner said tiredly, letting his voice crack. “I just want to get out of here.”

Tanner said good-bye and hung up. He strapped on his pack then started trotting north.

The Number Seventeen train sat beside the platform, hissing and steaming as the engine cooled. Mixed in with the still-disembarking passengers were a dozen plainclothes PSB officers.

He’s not there, Xiang thought. There wasn’t a Caucasian face anywhere to be seen. Xiang felt himself flush. Another damned trick! But what? There were two options: He’d jumped off the train somewhere between here and Xinqiu, or he’d never been aboard the train at all.

There was a larger concern also, Xiang realized. Though still hundreds of miles from the camp, Tanner seemed to be moving in that general direction. Did he know its location, and if so, how? Irrelevant, Xiang thought. Assume he knows and act accordingly.

Eng had already argued that they should simply move Soong, but Xiang refused to consider it. He’d be damned if he was going to let Tanner make him jump through hoops. Let him reach the camp, if he can. If he does, I’ll fill the forest with hunters and tracking dogs. He won’t last an hour.

Ten minutes later the train was empty. The PSB Officers boarded it, searched it from end to end, and found nothing. Behind Xiang, Eng walked up carrying a cell phone. “Sir?”

“What?”

“Headquarters got a call about an hour ago from a man named Yat Kwei.”

“So?”

“Kwei is a small-time racketeer; he deals in forged documents … immigration papers and the like.”

“How nice for him. Get to the point.”

“Kwei’s been a stringer agent for us for the last twenty years. He got a call a few hours ago from a man claiming to be American. The man was looking for documents and passage aboard a ship.”

This caught Xiang’s attention; he faced Eng, saw the smile on his assistant’s face. “And?”

“The man claimed he was in trouble and that he needed to get out of the country. He told Kwei he was aboard a train bound for Yingkou—”

“You’re joking.”

“No, sir.” Eng handed him the cell phone. “I’ve got Kwei’s number.”

The conversation lasted five minutes. Grinning, Xiang hung up and tossed the phone to Eng. “He jumped off near Gaokan. He’s smart, but not smart enough. Never trust anyone, and if you have to trust someone, make sure it’s not a goddamned criminal! We’ve got him!”

“Gaokan is only fifteen miles away,” Eng replied. “With the helicopter—”

“No. He’ll be calling Kwei this afternoon to arrange a meeting. We’ll be there.”

Having not heard the howling of dogs since leaving Xinqiu, Tanner was starting to relax.

They’d bought his ruse, but for how long? Xiang was no dummy. Upon realizing he’d been duped, he and his team would return to Xinqiu, unravel his disappearing act, and start after him again.

How many tricks did he dare play? Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Tanner didn’t care much about shame, of course, but for his plan to work, he had to keep Xiang guessing. Every misdirection and delay he could cause brought him a step closer to the camp.

From the start, Briggs had known his biggest handicap was his very goal. That Xiang had found him at all suggested he had inside information, which implicated either Bian or Hsiao — or both. While certain neither man had knowingly betrayed him, he was sure one of them had led Xiang to him. Bian was the most likely candidate. The old man’s heart was in the right place, but Roger Brown had been right: Bian was an accident waiting to happen. If in fact Bian had been arrested, Briggs had to assume he’d given them everything — including why he was here.

He hoped Bian hadn’t tried to hold out; he prayed they hadn’t killed him. But what was worse for Bian? he wondered, Death or the laogi? It was a question he might want to consider himself — though he doubted he’d be given a choice. If he were caught, Xiang would probably execute him on the spot and bury him in a shallow grave.

He kept his pace slow and easy — averaging four miles per hour — but before long this too became a challenge as the terrain grew hillier and the meadows and plains gave way to jagged ridges, deep valleys, and ever-thickening forests of spruce, walnut, and pine. The air was growing colder as well, and in some spots he could see crescents of snow clinging to the hillsides.

At noon he stopped to eat and catch his breath. A quarter mile away was a lake, and beside it, climbing away from the shore, train tracks. Any train attempting it would slow considerably during the climb.

He pulled out his map and traced the tracks north away from Xinqiu, mentally ticking off towns as he went: Wuhuanchi … Ping’an … Zhangwu — that sounded familiar. Zhangwu … Though not completely sure, he seemed to recall seeing Zhangwu on the Xinqiu station’s schedule board.

It was another big risk, but worth it, he decided. Even if time were not a factor, he couldn’t run all the way to the camp; his body would shut down long before he got there.

Why walk when you can ride, Briggs?

Ninety minutes later he heard a train whistle in the distance. Beyond the curve of the lake, puffs of black smoke rose above the treetops.

Heart in his throat, Tanner watched the curve. If the train was all passenger cars, he was in trouble. One freight car was all he needed. If it happened to be hauling feather pillows, all the better … Despite himself, excited by the prospect of giving his feet a break, Tanner let out a laugh.

Led by its angled cow catcher, the gleaming black and red locomotive rounded the bend and started up the grade. Its whistle blew again, echoing off the valley walls. Tanner counted cars as they came into view: One … two … three, all passenger cars. Five more appeared … seven.

There! At the tail end were two top-loader freight cars and a caboose.

The train continued to slow, steel wheels grinding against the tracks as the engine struggled to negotiate the slope. As it drew even with him. Tanner pressed himself deeper into the grass.

Have to be fast … get along side quickly, into the blind spot, and go for the caboose.

The chugging of the engine was thunderous, wheels clanking.

At the right moment, he leapt up and sprinted up the slope. His feet slipped on the gravel. He fell to one knee, got up, kept running. He thrust out his arm and clamped it onto the step rail, then heaved himself onto the steps. He reached between the cars, grabbed the access ladder, then climbed up and into the top loader.