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  2. Title Page
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
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  55. More from the Authors
  56. ABOUT THE AUTHORS
  57. Novels by Vince Flynn

“Done!” Anna shouted as she bounded through the door.

“With all of it?” her mother asked skeptically.

“One hundred percent. I left it on your desk so you can look at it.”

“Excellent,” Rapp said, anxious to escape this conversation. “Now what’s my surprise?”

“Huh? Oh yeah! Your new bike came.”

“Really? It’s here? At the house?”

His idea of returning to the world of triathlons hadn’t lasted long. Running those kinds of distances was too hard on the knees and the ocean that surrounded this part of Africa was full of great whites. The Cape Epic, on the other hand, was a four-hundred-and-fifty-mile mountain bike race through some of the most rugged terrain the continent had to offer. Perfect for someone who was still motivated but had a little wear and tear.

The competition was done by two-man teams and if he was going to get fast enough again to attract a local pro to partner with, his fifteen-year-old bike wouldn’t cut it. And neither would his lily-white legs. There was a lot of work to be done, but he was strangely excited about it.

Anna grabbed his hand. “Come on! It’s in the shed. But that’s not the best part of the surprise. It’s not even a surprise, really. You knew you were getting that. The surprise is that I got one, too! And it’s pink. Yours is yucky green.”

He let her drag him back through the front door and into the territory of the dogs still patiently waiting to tear him apart.

“And you don’t need to find anyone to do that race you want to do anymore. I can go with you.”

“Four hundred and fifty miles might be a little long for your first time at bat. And then there are the lions. And tigers. And bears.”

“There are no bears here! Just lots of big antelope things. We call them bok. Besides, I’ve been practicing and I’m super fast. And it’s only got two wheels, but I can ride it.”

“On only two wheels?” he said as they walked through the cool air. “Prove it.”

7

SOUTHWESTERN UGANDA

DAVID Chism suddenly realized he was holding his breath but still couldn’t get his lungs going again. He was crouched in the cavelike depression that seemed to be transforming into his permanent home. The fronds and other foliage he’d placed in front of the opening were carefully maintained, replaced whenever they began to lose the emerald color of the rest of the forest.