Caldwell felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement as he and Mei Lin disembarked from the plane at Shanghai’s Hongqiao airport. It was raining slightly outside and as they walked through the makeshift tunnel on the way to the arrivals area he could hear the sound of the raindrops thudding on the roof above. The information they had gleaned from the four PLA officers on the plane had been a stroke of pure luck and the implications were still cascading through his mind.

He’d watched in awe as Mei Lin had removed a miniscule eavesdropping kit from her luggage and placed the tiny audio transmitter on the tip of her index finger. It looked like a small round piece of gray felt. She had then walked up the aisle towards one of the air hostesses, engaged her in idle conversation and then made her way back to her seat. Her movement had been a blur when she’d attached the transmitter to the shoulder of one of the PLA officer’s jackets. The PLA had turned around abruptly and Mei Lin had thrust her hips in the officer’s direction, brushing his shoulder, her head turned the other way to avoid the PLA man registering her face. The man had spent some time admiring Mei Lin’s rear and Caldwell had ducked out of sight just in time.

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