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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
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But what would his options be? He couldn’t go to the authorities with just a hunch. And he couldn’t confront the Fairchilds armed only with an accusation. If they were innocent, they’d be pissed, and the merger would get called off. If guilty, they wouldn’t admit it and, worse, would cover their tracks before he could collect any evidence they were selling secrets to the Chinese.

So that’s why he was here, right now, getting ready to jump the fence. If he could get in and out of the warehouse without getting caught, he would have proof that something was going on between Dalfan and the Chinese—or not. Either way, the truth would be known.

It was worth the risk. And technically, the break-in would be a problem only if he got caught.

“So don’t get caught,” he whispered.

As soon as the traffic cleared, Jack jumped the waist-high fence. Once over, he kept as close to the corrugated steel wall as he could, noting that the cameras fixed on the high walls were pointed toward the street and harbor. He made his way past the large commercial boats dry-docked on giant trailers waiting for repairs or refurbishment, careful to avoid the sight lines of the cameras behind him.

He stopped frequently, crouching low in the shadows of the ships he was hiding behind. He marked the slow, methodical rounds of the two security guards he’d counted so far, walking the wide expanse of the shipyard, talking and smoking as they patrolled. When he’d driven by the shipyard earlier, Jack saw only one security guard at the front gate, but the man was more focused on the boxed lunch in front of him than on any passing American. Jack bet that security would be even more lax at night, especially with the yard shut down, and so far that bet was paying off. Once the two guards passed to the far side of the yard, Jack bolted in a low crouch toward the cyclone fence bordering the Dalfan property and dropped down behind a rusted orange forklift parked against it.

Unlike the shipyard, the rear of the Dalfan property was well lit and open. The rear of the warehouse featured four large rolling doors, all of which were shut for the night. Where he was kneeling, he didn’t hear any activity inside the building or out on the asphalt.