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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
  3. PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS
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  83. What’s next onyour reading list?

That was good. That gave Paul enough time to find a way to get clear of the Dalfan building and its cell-jamming system to call him. It occurred to him that he should probably show some concern for his colleague. He typed:

Why are you in the hospital? Everything OK?

Without a second’s hesitation, Gavin typed back:

Penis reduction surgery.

Paul sighed.

LOL. Seriously. Nothing major, I hope.

Broken foot. Slipped on the ice outside of my place. Emergency room wait was killer. All good now except for the excruciating pain and the endless requests for IT help from work. But thanks for asking.

I’ll call you as soon as I can. Thanks.

Don’t mention it. Sorry I couldn’t respond earlier. Any hints?

Better if we talk. It’s complicated.

You have my number. Ciao.

“Must be important,” Jack said. “You’re texting a dictionary.”

Paul shrugged, poker face in place. “That project I was working on before? Just a couple follow-up notes.”

“It’s late back home.” Jack checked his watch. “Almost eight o’clock. You’re working whoever’s on the other end of that text pretty hard.”

“That’s the idea,” Paul said, as they pulled into the underground garage at Dalfan headquarters.

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Jack and Paul entered the Dalfan building, followed the usual security routine, and headed for their offices.

Jack hadn’t slept at all the night before, feeling certain he was under observation even though he had no evidence of it. It was like when someone talked about lice. It didn’t matter that the lice infestation happened across town or even in the previous year; just the thought of the nasty little vermin made him start scratching his scalp.

The idea of his privacy being violated really pissed him off, but the thought that Lian and her team assumed that Jack and Paul were thieves made him even angrier. There wasn’t any question in his mind that Lian was behind the break-in. His anger compounded by his lack of sleep, Jack was livid when he and Paul showed up at Dalfan that morning.

Jack spotted Lian in Yong’s office, the two of them engaged in what appeared to be a heated conversation. Jack’s plan was to read her the riot act this morning about the break-in. He was certain it was one of her security people that searched their place. The only reason he could come up with was that they were probably trying to find out if Jack or Paul had stolen any valuable secrets. He still wasn’t convinced they hadn’t planted any surveillance devices, either—and probably for the same reason.

Judging from the energy she and Yong were throwing off behind the closed glass door, Jack decided to postpone his confrontation with Lian for the time being.