Snakehead

how. He must be found immediately and killed. Bring the dead body to me.”

15
    HIDE-AND-SEEK
    T HE CAPTAIN OF THE Liberian Star was not normally a nervous man, but right now he was sweating. Standing in front of the stateroom door, he tried to compose himself, mopping his forehead and tucking his cap under his arm. He was aware that he might have only a few minutes to live.
    Hermann de Wynter was Dutch, unmarried, out of shape, and saving money for a retirement somewhere in the sun. He had been working for the snakehead for eleven years, transporting containers all over the world. Never once had he asked what was inside. He knew that in this game, the wrong question could prove fatal. So could failure. And now it was his duty to tell Major Yu that he had failed.
    He took a breath and knocked on the door of the stateroom that Yu occupied, on the same level as the main deck.
    “Come!”
    The single word sounded cheerful enough, but De Wynter had been present the day before. Yu had smiled as he killed the Afghan refugee.
    He opened the door and went in. The room was well appointed, with a thick carpet, modern English furniture, and soft lighting. Yu was sitting at a table, drinking a cup of tea. There was also a plate of shortbread, which De Wynter knew was organic and came from Highgrove, the estate belonging to the Prince of Wales.
    “Good morning, Captain.” Yu motioned for him to come in. “What news do you have for me?”
    De Wynter had to force the words into his mouth. “I am very sorry to have to report, Major Yu, that we have been unable to find the boy.”
    Yu looked surprised. “You’ve been working for eighteen hours.”
    “Yes, sir. None of the crew has slept. We spent the whole night searching the ship from top to bottom. Frankly, it’s incredible that we have found no trace of him. We’ve used motion detectors and sonic intensifiers. Nothing! Some of the men think the child must have slipped overboard. Of course, we still haven’t given up…”
    His voice trailed off. There was nothing more to say, and he knew that making too many excuses would annoy Major Yu all the more. De Wynter stood there, waiting for whatever might come. He had once seen Yu shoot a man simply for being late with his tea. He just hoped his own end would be as quick.
    But to his amazement, Major Yu smiled pleasantly. “The boy certainly is trouble,” he admitted. “Frankly, I’m not at all surprised that he’s managed to give you the slip. He’s quite a character.”
    De Wynter blinked. “You know him?” he asked.
    “Oh yes. Our paths have already crossed once before.”
    “But I thought…” De Wynter frowned. “He’s just a refugee! A street urchin out of Afghanistan.”
    “Not at all, Captain. That’s what he’d like us to believe. But the truth is that he’s quite unique. His name is Alex Rider. He works for British intelligence. He’s what you might call a teenage spy.”
    De Wynter sat down. This was in itself remarkable. After all, Major Yu hadn’t offered him a seat.
    “Forgive me, sir,” he began. “But are you saying that the British managed to get a spy on board? A child…?”
    “Exactly.”
    “And you knew?”
    “I know everything, Captain De Wynter.”
    “But…why?” De Wynter had completely forgotten his earlier fear. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurred to him that he had never spoken to Major Yu so familiarly or for such a length of time.
    “It amused me,” Yu replied. “This boy is rather full of himself. He travels to Bangkok disguised as a refugee. His mission is to infiltrate my snakehead. But all along, I know who he is and I am simply choosing the moment when I will bring his young life to a fitting end. I have friends who would like me to do it sooner rather than later. But the time is my choice.”
    Yu poured himself some more tea. He picked up a shortbread cookie, holding it between his gloved fingers, and dipped it into the cup.
    “My intention was to allow him to travel as far as Darwin,” he continued. “As it happens, I have a use for him, and he might as well travel with the other refugees as anywhere else. Unfortunately, the old man was unable to tell me how he managed to break out of the container, and it’s certainly an unwelcome surprise. But I am still confident that you will be able to locate him eventually. After all, we have plenty of time.”
    The Dutchman felt his mouth go dry again. “I’m afraid not, sir,” he muttered. “In