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“Whose bags are these?” the dispatch officer asked as he joined the crowd inside the conference room.

“Some foreigners who came through here a few weeks ago,” his colleague replied, offering him a smoke.

“Are they stolen?”

“No, they left the bags with a driver and went to climb somewhere.”

“They haven’t come back?”

“Not yet. This guy’s been trying to open the bags for twenty-four hours, but got caught up in all the bullshit at the provincial level and finally made a fuss with the consulate.”

The dispatch officer sized up Callahan, needling his colleague for more details. “What is he? Italian? Swiss?”

Callahan smirked, nodded his head at the unsuspecting officer, and replied in Mandarin. “Neither. I’m American.” The embarrassed officer laughed as his friend shoved him.

Callahan was all muscle, with fair skin, blue eyes, and ginger-blond hair cropped close. He had the face of a schoolboy, but he’d been guiding with Mountain Madness for a few years since being hired by Chris. Never one to stay still for very long, he had traveled the world on various contract gigs, learning languages as he went.