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Chapters (71)
  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR ANDREWS & WILSON
  3. Dedication
  4. NOTE TO READERS
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. PART I
  7. CHAPTERONE
  8. CHAPTERTWO
  9. CHAPTERTHREE
  10. CHAPTERFOUR
  11. CHAPTERFIVE
  12. CHAPTERSIX
  13. CHAPTERSEVEN
  14. CHAPTEREIGHT
  15. CHAPTERNINE
  16. CHAPTERTEN
  17. CHAPTERELEVEN
  18. CHAPTERTWELVE
  19. CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
  20. PART II
  21. CHAPTERFOURTEEN
  22. CHAPTERFIFTEEN
  23. CHAPTERSIXTEEN
  24. CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
  25. CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
  26. CHAPTERNINETEEN
  27. CHAPTERTWENTY
  28. CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
  29. CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
  30. CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
  31. CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
  32. CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
  33. CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
  34. CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
  35. CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
  36. CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
  37. CHAPTERTHIRTY
  38. CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
  39. CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
  40. CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT
  46. CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
  47. PART III
  48. CHAPTERFORTY
  49. CHAPTERFORTY-ONE
  50. CHAPTERFORTY-TWO
  51. CHAPTERFORTY-THREE
  52. CHAPTERFORTY-FOUR
  53. CHAPTERFORTY-FIVE
  54. CHAPTERFORTY-SIX
  55. CHAPTERFORTY-SEVEN
  56. CHAPTERFORTY-EIGHT
  57. CHAPTERFORTY-NINE
  58. CHAPTERFIFTY
  59. CHAPTERFIFTY-ONE
  60. CHAPTERFIFTY-TWO
  61. CHAPTERFIFTY-THREE
  62. CHAPTERFIFTY-FOUR
  63. CHAPTERFIFTY-FIVE
  64. CHAPTERFIFTY-SIX
  65. CHAPTERFIFTY-SEVEN
  66. CHAPTERTWO
  67. GLOSSARY
  68. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  69. ABOUT THE AUTHORS
  70. BOOKS BY BRIAN ANDREWS AND JEFFREY WILSON
  71. PARTNER PAGES

8 FINANCE STREET

CENTRAL, HONG KONG, CHINA

1047 HOURS LOCAL

Gayle pursed her lips, hating the role she was being forced to play. She felt frustrated, alone, and her nerves were making her neurotic.

Congratulations—you’re a spy, her inner comedian chimed in.

She shifted the phone from her left ear to her right.

“There’s nothing else you can share?” Nisha asked on the heavily encrypted line.

“Not at present,” Gayle said into the receiver. “But we have eyes up. Are you streaming?”

“Yeah,” Nisha said. “We’re monitoring what you’re sharing—satellite feed from the looks of it—but we can’t reposition, zoom in or out, or toggle between optical and thermal. You have us limited to about a square mile around the op site.”

“I know and I’m sorry about that, but I can’t transfer control,” Gayle said and meant it. “I’ll start mixing things up, but tell me what you need to see, and I’ll make it happen on the exfil.”

“Yep,” Nisha said, not happy with the answer from the tone of her voice. “Our team is moving in now to the meeting, so we’re looking at an hour at least—probably more—before they move.”

Gayle knew Trinity had staffed the op through one of the IC’s myriad of special task force units, but even Steve hadn’t been able to determine which one. She had a sketch from Nisha and Jed on how they intended to move the “package” but no idea how they planned to secure it.

“I’m going to hang up now unless you’re offering something,” Nisha said, ready to shut down this sidebar conversation, which was taking place off the party line from the rest of the team.

“Nothing at the moment.”

“Roger that,” Nisha said and the line went dead.

Gayle didn’t know which of the supersecret task forces Nisha used to work for, but the way the woman was managing the op so far definitely made a statement: “We have no expectation of getting help from the CIA, nor do we need it.” Perhaps, in Nisha’s previous life, she’d been burned by the rice bowl politics, a practice still prevalent in the intelligence community—especially the CIA.

And if it’s not that, then maybe it’s because I’m over here asking for updates with a nice safe offset and plausible deniability while she takes all the risk.