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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
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Jack wasn’t sure what to tell her. If she was the one behind the hidden warehouse, he didn’t want to tip his hand. But then again, he wanted to get inside, and if she was on the level, she could arrange that. The trick was to give her just enough information to suss her out but not enough to allow her to interfere with his investigation.

“I was at your warehouse facility on the west end.”

Lian frowned. “We don’t have a warehouse on the west end, or anywhere else. Why don’t you take me there and we’ll check it out together?”

Jack cursed himself. She gave him the worst possible answer. If she was innocent, that’s exactly what she would say. But if she was trying to interfere, she’d want to find out what it was he had discovered.

“No need. It’s my mistake, I’m sure. Sorry for the trouble.”

Jack turned to leave, but Lian stopped him. “One second, please.” She punched the speed dial and engaged the speakerphone.

“Yes?” Yong answered.

“It’s me. Question for you: Do we have a warehouse facility on the west end I don’t know about?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Just tying off a loose end. Thanks.” Lian hung up. “I hope that clears things up for you.”

Jack smiled, lied. “It does. Thanks.”

“And if you change your mind about riding out there together, I’m happy to oblige.”

“I appreciate it.”

Lian watched Jack leave, more curious than ever about what he was up to.

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Back at the warehouse across town, the tall guard that had turned Jack away stood in the wood-paneled office near his boss’s desk with his arms crossed behind his broad back. He was trying not to listen to the woman’s conversation, but he kept stealing glances at the heart-shaped mole above her upper lip. His blood surged at the thought of her mouth and what he would do to her if she were willing, and the pleasure it would bring both of them.

His boss stood just a few feet away from her, tugging on his collar and patting away the beads of sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. The guard didn’t know the woman’s name, only that she was from Beijing. The guard, however, knew his boss—a ruthless bastard, and a Party man to the core. If his boss was scared of her, the guard knew he needed to watch himself, no matter how desirable she was.

He had reported the incident with the man who identified himself as Jack Ryan to his boss, who in turn reported it to this woman. When she arrived she demanded to speak to the guard and to see the security footage herself before confirming Jack Ryan’s identity.

Whoever this Jack Ryan guy is, the guard thought, he better watch his ass.

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