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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
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She was a loyal sister, and clearly her brother opposed the merger. But she was also a loyal daughter, and her father wanted it. And she was a trained security professional. Was she merely bouncing between conflicting loyalties, or was she playing some kind of game with him? And if she was playing a game, what game?

She was ethnic Chinese, at least in part. Could she possibly be working for them? What better way to infiltrate Dalfan security than by recruiting her?

But if she was a Chinese spy, she wasn’t very good at her job. A real spy would try to put him at ease, not express constant hostility.

Unless that was her game.

Jack swore to himself. He didn’t have a clue. And if he was being completely honest with himself, he sounded a little paranoid.

Jack touched her arm and tugged on it—gently. She turned around.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m not sure what the hell is going on. If you really weren’t part of this, well, I guess I’m an idiot.”

She didn’t soften. “No guessing is required.”

Park came back in. “A man will be here first thing in the morning to make the repairs.”

Lian looked at the door. “What about that?”

Jack picked up a chair and shoved it against the creaking door. “We’ll be fine tonight. Don’t worry about it.”

“I suspect those policemen made quite a mess upstairs. Do you need Park’s help cleaning up?”

“No, we’ll manage.” Jack softened. “And thanks for stopping by. Otherwise, we’d be in jail right now.”

“You will both be coming to the office tomorrow morning, then?”

“Soon as your guy fixes the door.”

“Very well.” She turned to leave.

“Hey, let me make it up to you. I know a place downtown that serves a great mai tai.”

Lian offered a sad little smile. “I don’t think so.”

Jack saw Park fighting back a smirk. Loser. He fought the urge to backhand it off the Korean’s sneering face.

“Good night,” Lian said over her shoulder, heading for the front door. Park threw Jack one last mocking look as he turned to follow her.

Jack started to say something but decided there wasn’t room in his mouth for any more feet.

38

A bomb had exploded in Paul’s room.

Or so it seemed to him as he stood in the doorway, examining the wreckage.

He stormed past the socks, underwear, bedsheets, hangers, pillows, and suits scattered across the bedroom floor. He stopped to pick up the framed photo of Carmen he kept at his bedside, and set it back on the dresser—even though the glass was cracked—and marched straight for the bathroom.