At The Finish

"High places?"

"He's in Shenzhen," she continued, voice steady. "Hiding in a gated compound owned by a shell corporation—one that just so happens to be linked to someone with PLA connections."

I leaned forward. PLA—People's Liberation Army. That meant military backing.

"How do you know this?" I asked.

Ava exhaled. "It took some digging. Rothschild didn't leave a clean trail, but we picked up a few loose threads. First, one of our guys intercepted a conversation at a private club in Hong Kong—two businessmen discussing 'a Westerner' who had found protection in Shenzhen. They mentioned his deal with a security firm that operates exclusively for high-ranking military officials."

I nodded, letting her continue.