There was a river that cut right through Seoul.

If I got on that Monster CIA boat I could be on mainland China in a few hours.

I could leave the intrigues of the North Korean President aside.

Besides, I had a hunch.

Max got back to me, immediately.

'Meet you at Starbucks,' he wrote.

The sly dog.

'Yep,' he texted again, ' I was on the same flight as you to Seoul.'

There was always method in his madness.

Another message.

'I was seeing what you could come up with by yourself.'

Five minutes later we were talking, face to face, over a Frappolatie.

'We are told Rocket Man visits China, often.'

I figured as much.

So the guy masquerading as the Rocket Man and whoring in the brothels of Seoul was his double.

'Exactly,' said Max, who paid up and led me down to the river where the Monster CIA boat was bobbling happily from the wake made by boats crossing the busy water that separated the city. 

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