“What is this? Why am I here?” Dudley tapped his knee. “There’s my ex-snitch Tommy Glennon, and a dead Chinaman named Eddie Leng. There’s our old friend Lin Chung, and the scent of money.” “Yes, but what’s in it for me?” Dudley said, “I intend to rescue you and your family from the internment. Would a U.S. Army commission and a posting here suit you?”
