(Rome, Italy)

We drove in a SUV for several hours. I was starting to grow annoyed at Agent Chang, who had kept a constant chatter throughout the drive detailing how many international laws we had broken, and how many more we were going to break if we actually accepted the help of a drug dealer to get us in China. Finally, we arrived at a little airport on the outskirts of Rome. Picking up my phone, I called Charles.

"Inspector, everything's ready for the trip to Brazil. I'm sending you right now the coordinates of the Camerlengo's last known location in Tibet."

"Good, Charles. Agent Chang and I are leaving for China. I'll call you when we get there."

Several armed men were loading up rice sacks in a cargo plane that sported the name of a food company and the Chinese flag. Meanwhile, Agent Chang's face, with her brows so furrowed down that they almost resembled a 'V', was a study of frustration.