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  57. Novels by Vince Flynn

Nash rolled his window the rest of the way down when the sweat that had been limited to his hairline began to ooze from every pore. The names of the director of the GID. Of the Saudi prince. Of the president of the United States. But most important, his fucking name.

“If Ward can pull it off, he’s going to be Irene’s favorite person in the world. I honestly don’t know if it’ll be enough for her to keep her job but having something to show for all this won’t hurt her on her way out. How soon will you know?”

“He says we’re still a couple weeks out. If it works at all.”

Nash relaxed a bit and began slowly shaking his head. “So now we can’t even trust burners? Shit.”

Rapp ignored the observation. “Tell Irene to back off the mole hunt. If she’s not getting anywhere, she’s just risking spooking them. Let them think we’ve hit a dead end. With a little luck, Ward will be able to deliver.”

“And then miraculously come back to life.”

“That’s the plan.”

“So, we’ve got to keep all this from the president for another two weeks?”

“Somewhere around there. If his office gets hold of the fact that Ward’s alive, it’s going to leak. And then our mole is going to disappear.”

Nash chewed his lip for a moment. “It’s a big ask, Mitch. Irene’s under a huge amount of pressure. For the first time, the cracks are starting to show in her.”

“You don’t think she’ll be on board?”

“I have no idea,” Nash said, thumbing toward the backseat. “But she gave me a tablet with a message for you on it. It’s in my pack.”

“Do you know what it says?”

Nash shook his head. “She said you should use the password from Belarus. I assume that means something to you?”

Rapp didn’t immediately react, but his hesitation was to be expected. It would be unusual for Kennedy to ask him to reuse an old password, but Nash wasn’t privy to their current protocols. The Belarus one was the most obscure thing he’d been able to access. Suspicious, but in the current context probably not fatal.

Rapp retrieved the tablet, started it, and put on a wired headset. Out of the corner of his eye, Nash saw him enter the indicated password and click a video file in the center of the screen.