"The National Underwater and Marine Agency. And before you misreckon, I came to Orion Lake strictly to relax and unwind. Nothing more."

"If you'll pardon me for saying so," said Colburn sympathetically, "you look like a man who could use some rest."

Pitt grinned. "What I really need is a good back rub."

"Cindy Elder. She tends bar over at the Sockeye Saloon and gives a great massage."

"I'll keep her in mind." Pitt took the grocery sacks in both arms and headed for the door. Just before stepping outside, he stopped and turned. "Out of curiosity, Mr. Colburn, what is the Chinaman's name?"

Colburn looked at Pitt, trying to read something in the eyes that wasn't there. "He calls himself Shang, Qin Shang."

"Did he ever say why he purchased the old canning factory?"

"Norman Selby, the real-estate agent who handled the trans-action, said Shang wanted a secluded area on water to build a fancy retreat where he could entertain affluent clients." Col-burn paused and looked positively belligerent. "You must have seen what he did to a perfectly good cannery. Only a matter of time before the State Historical Commission would have named it as a historic site. Shang turned it into a cross between a modern office building and a pagoda. An abortion, I say, a damned abortion."

"It does have a novel look about it," Pitt agreed. "No doubt Shang, as a neighborly gesture, invites the town citizens to parties and golf tournaments?"

"Are you kidding?" said Colburn, venting his anger. "Shang won't even allow the mayor and city council within a mile of his property. Would you believe he even erected a ten-foot chain-link fence with barbwire on the top around most of the lake?"

"Can he get away with that?"

"He can and did, by buying off politicians. He can't keep people off the lake. It belongs to the state. But he can make it hard for them to get on."

"Some people have a fetish for privacy," said Pitt.

"Shang's got more than a fetish. Security cameras am armed goons crawl through the woods all around the place Hunters and fishermen who accidentally wander too close art hustled off the land and treated like common criminals."

"I must remember to stay on my side of the lake."

"Probably wouldn't be a bad idea."

"See you in a few days, Mr. Colburn."

"Come again, Mr. Pitt. Have a nice day."