Evil alliance by Pendleton, Don

was included. Fang was six feet two inches tall and weighed in at a muscular 210 pounds. Big for a Korean, but nowhere near as big as Kon-Li. Under distinguishing features Bolan learned that Fang had a hereditary hair disorder that rendered him bald by the time he was fourteen. “Try the green folder next,” Bon suggested. “I think you will find it the most interesting of all.” It contained a dossier on Diversified Industries, Incorporated. As Bolan had already learned, Diversified Industries was a front, a corporate umbrella for over a dozen smaller companies, one of them Fisheries Unlimited. What drew Bolan’s interest now were references to overseas firms. Bon chatted on. “We are still piecing together all the details, but it appears an Asian-wide network of drug and arms smuggling has been set up. All within the past several years/’ Bolan saw no mention of companies in America, yet he distinctly recalled Cho-Hee saying the Sins had business interests there. “No companies in the United States?” “Not that we know of yet, sir, no. Your Mr. Brog-nola is working on that at his end. He’s in a much better position to track it down, after all.” Under Hong Kong Bolan noticed something that caught his eye. “The Palace of Pleasure?” “A brothel, sir. It is our understanding Mr. Fang owns a string of them.” Bon smirked. “Places to indulge his animal passion, I expect.” Or was there more to it? Bolan had encountered men like Fang before. They never did anything without a reason. Opening a