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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
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Rhodes sank back into the sofa, thinking. Years ago, they worked together. Zvezdev was CSS and he was CIA. Natural enemies. And yet they managed to form an uneasy partnership back then, forged in the fire of mutual self-interest. In truth, they were using each other for their own ambitions. In that regard, they weren’t so very different.

In truth, Zvezdev could’ve come in here, guns blazing. He had every right. After all, Rhodes had left Zvezdev for dead all those years ago. No doubt he had files, evidence. Things that could destroy Rhodes worse than bullets.

But the man sitting across from him seemed to bear no grudges, only gifts.

“You know, there just might be a way. I know somebody—”

Zvezdev raised his eyebrows, smiling. “Who?”

Rhodes started to say but stopped himself. He smiled. The irony was too rich. “Never mind who.”

“This man you’re thinking of can’t be traced back to me. Are we clear?”

“Who said it was a man? But don’t worry, I’m your firewall. How much time do we have?”

Zvezdev pulled on his hat, securing it over his wound as he stood. “You have until midnight on the twelfth local to do this thing. Not one second later, or the program fails.”

“That’s only a little more than two weeks from now. I’ll need more time.”

“That’s all the time we have.” Zvezdev marched toward the front door, Rhodes at his heels.

“But it’s a day’s travel just to get to Singapore from here.”

Zvezdev stopped at the door, gripped the handle. “Then you better get to it first thing tomorrow, yes?”

Rhodes frowned, worried. “No. I should probably start tonight.”

“You can’t start tonight. You’re going to be busy.” Zvezdev opened the door. The twins stood in the hallway, smiling.

Rhodes smiled back. “Hello, girls.”

“You see, Weston? I take care of my friends.” Zvezdev whispered in Rhodes’s ear. “My treat, on the house.” He winked and nudged Rhodes in the ribs. He nodded toward the girls as he pushed past them, then turned around. “And stay in touch. I need to know the moment it’s accomplished.”

Rhodes had already slipped his arms around the waists of the two busty coeds. “I will. And thanks.”

“I have a plane to catch.” Zvezdev threw him a mock salute, turned on his heel, and headed for the elevators.

Rhodes steered the twins toward the bar, wondering if the cagey Bulgarian was doing to him what he was planning to do to these girls tonight.

23

SINGAPORE

PRESENT DAY