The sun was setting, but there was no music, dancing, or merriment here as there was among the ICPO agents. For Ghost-head Chang, the mood could be summarized in four words: sitting on pins and needles.
He had felt a dark foreboding ever since the scout boat he’d sent out vanished into thin air. Braided Brother, who had been crushed to death by Brother Maozi, was only seventeen—a mere kid who had grown up under Ghost-head Chang’s wing. He’d gone out hunting at noon and never returned; everyone had searched everywhere, but there was no sign of him.
Finally, Ghost-head Chang dropped to the ground and peered at the dirt for a moment before announcing, "Found him!"
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