Golden Buddha (Oregon Files 1)

Po glanced at the wreckage. It had melted the asphalt of the road, and parts of the metal support beams were imbedded into the roadway. There was no way to tell with any certainty what was underneath.

“Hook a chain to the end,” Po said, “and drag it with one of the trucks. I want to see what’s under there.”

A fireman ran to remove a chain from the storage compartment on his truck. A few minutes later he had one end secured to the wreckage and the other end to the truck’s bumper. Slowly, the fireman eased the truck forward and the wreckage was wrestled from down in the asphalt. After dragging it a few feet north, the fireman stopped his truck.

“It that far enough?” he shouted out the window to Po.

“Perfect,” Po said, staring at the manhole cover.

Bending down, Po tried to lift the cover, but he had no luck. Another fireman removed a tool from the truck and slid it into the small opening on the manhole cover, then pried it open. He slid the cover a few feet away. Po removed a small flashlight from his pocket and shined it down into the hole.

“Bingo,” he said.

Reaching for his cell phone, he dialed the number for headquarters.

“Sir,” he said, “I think I know where the A-Ma Temple Buddha went.”

THERE are a total of sixteen places in Macau where the storm runoff exits into the bay. Seng and his team were pulling up to the only one that mattered. After securing the Zodiacs to some rocks alongside the grate, Seng walked over and examined the metal shield. The square screen was made of tubular stock, with the openings measuring some two feet by two feet, or large enough to allow any trash to pass through. It was connected to the angled concrete slab that attached to the storm sewer by a series of large bolts. Seng walked back to the Zodiac and removed a toolbox. Finding the proper size socket, he attached it to a battery-operated wrench, then walked back over to the grate and began to remove the bolts. Once the bolts were all free, Seng, Huxley, Murphy and Kasim positioned themselves on all four corners of the grate and lifted it free. The water was racing out of the outflow, and on the far side Murphy and Kasim had some trouble pulling the grate onto the rocks. Once it was out of the way, everyone stared into the opening.

“It’s becoming a river in there,” Huxley said finally.

Seng threw a strip of bright yellow plastic in the stream and then timed the movement. He stared at the second hand of his watch intently. Once the piece of plastic was fifty yards out in the Inner Harbour, he calculated the speed.

“The water’s flowing about ten miles an hour,” he said, “but you know that’s going to increase.”

“Piece of cake for the Zodiacs,” Murphy said.

Seng nodded.

“As long as we don’t run out of headroom,” Kasim said, “we should be able to collect our boys and be back on the Oregon in an hour or so.”

Seng started walking back to the Zodiac. “Okay, you two,” Seng said, “drive on in and collect the team. Julia and I will be providing security, just like we planned.”

“Be back shortly,” Kasim said as he climbed behind the wheel.

If only it’d be so easy.

27

CABRILLO took an erasable marker and drew on a board placed on one of the benches.

“I just checked again and the 737 is parked here,” Cabrillo said, making an X on the board. “They won’t be moving until they taxi out to leave. Adams will drive Spenser in the SUV to the ramp, then park.”

Adams nodded in agreement.

“Once you’ve stopped, climb out and erect the portable awning over the rear of the truck,” Cabrillo said. “Then you can open the crate displaying the Buddha.”

“What if the buyer wants us to bring the Buddha aboard?” Spenser asked.

“Tell him no,” Cabrillo said. “He needs to do his inspection on the ground and take ownership on Macau soil.”

Spenser nodded, but he didn’t look convinced.

“Max,” Cabrillo continued, “you are going to leave in a few minutes and make your way around to the front terminal, where a cab will bring you back to the 737.”

“Got it,” Hanley said.

Cabrillo paused and stared at the team. “This should go nice and easy,” he said quietly. “Hanley will verify the authenticity, the payment will be made, and then the billionaire can haul the Buddha aboard. Any questions?”