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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
  3. PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS
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The first time he raked the lock he thought he heard two driver pins set into place, so he kept torquing the cylinder with the tension rod so the pins wouldn’t fall back out. He did this a few more times, his mind and his senses intensely focused on the task at hand. He thought he felt another pin set, and he hoped like hell it was a standard five-pin door lock.

Jack was laser-focused on finding the next driver pin to set when the rolling steel door next to him rattled. For a split second he thought someone was opening it, but then he felt the gust of wind against his face and he knew the door wouldn’t be opening. That split second was just enough to distract him, and he dropped the tension on the cylinder just a fraction, and that was enough to cause all of the driver pins he’d already set to fall right back into place.

Damn it!

He repeated the process, more determined than ever to pick the lock and see what was inside, if for no other reason than so he could brag to Dom that he’d done it and make him buy a couple of rounds when he got back to town.

It took Jack a good three minutes to knock out four pins, jiggling and popping the W rake, careful to keep the tension just right on the cylinder with the tension rod.

Voices whispered in the dark. Jack froze again, but he was careful not to release the tension this time. He took a deep breath and glanced over at the sound in the distance. He could barely make out the two shadowy figures walking the yard on the other side of the fence—the two guards he’d dodged earlier, just making their rounds and making small talk. Jack seriously doubted they’d look this way, but if they did, they were more likely to call the police than intervene. But who knows? Best to get back to it and get out of the light.

Knowing he had only one pin left, he used the W rake like a traditional pick, trying to imagine the first sharp bend of the rake as a single point, and used his mind and touch to will that single point to find the final driver pin. He felt it click into place and Jack was through.

Thank God.

Jack stepped inside and nearly shit his pants.

44

Empty.

The whole damn warehouse was empty.

Jack started to pull off his ball cap to scratch his head, but he caught himself. No point in winding up on a camera now.

He was frustrated as all crap. Did he have the wrong address?

No. Not possible.

Whoever had cleaned the place out had kindly left all the lights on. And why shouldn’t they? There was nothing to see.

And they obviously wanted him to see that.