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  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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  55. More from the Authors
  56. ABOUT THE AUTHORS
  57. Novels by Vince Flynn

“He came to meet me in Uganda,” Rapp said. “I can’t talk about why, but we couldn’t trust comms. We were ambushed by a group splintered off from Gideon Auma’s militia. It turned into a running fight through the jungle. We were badly outnumbered and had to split up. Mike went with Bruno and Mas—”

“Bruno and Mas,” she interrupted. “Scott and his people are alive, too?”

Rapp nodded and continued. “The people chasing us didn’t see us split up and they all came after me, Wick, and Scott. We took out a lot of them, but they were loaded up on drugs and no matter how many we killed, they just kept coming. We were conserving ammo with nowhere to go when Mike and the guys came in behind them and saved our asses.” He fell silent for a moment. They’d worked out the entire battle in gory detail in case she or any of the kids should ask at some future date, but now wasn’t the time.

“The bottom line is that I’d be dead if it hadn’t been for him, Maggie. So would Scott and Wick. We owe him our lives.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Maggie,” Irene Kennedy said over the sound of the rain pounding the porch’s eave. “We can talk about arrangements. If you need anything between now and then, you have my personal number. It doesn’t matter what time it is. Use it.”

“Thank you,” Maggie responded, in a voice that sounded completely empty. She’d run out of tears a while ago, but her eyes were still red when they turned toward Rapp. He nodded in her direction, but she didn’t react at all. Undoubtedly, she was thinking that it should be him dead out there. That her husband had no business skulking around the Ugandan jungle. That like so many deaths over the years, this was the fault of Mitch Rapp.

And she was probably right.

When the door closed, he and Kennedy stepped back into the rain and started down the driveway.

“I don’t want to be on the ground here any longer than I have to be,” Rapp said. “But I told Claudia I’d get a few things for her at the house. Can I offer you a drink?”

Kennedy wiped at her face, but it was hard to know if it was rain or tears.

“You can offer me a few.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

#1 New York Times bestselling author Vince Flynn (1966–2013) created one of contemporary fiction’s most popular heroes: CIA counterterrorist agent Mitch Rapp, featured in thirteen of Flynn’s acclaimed political thrillers. All of his novels are New York Times bestsellers, including his stand-alone debut novel, Term Limits.