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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
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Daniel rolled down his window, and flapped an arm and cursed at a Lexus that wouldn’t let him in. His face and his arm got soaking wet. The Lexus finally let him in. He merged over. He wiped his face with one hand.

“You know a lot about weather,” Jack said, still trying to be friendly—and calm the kid down. But he did seem to know a lot for an Uber driver.

“I have a minor in meteorology. Fascinating subject.”

“That’s cool.”

“Cool, sure. But no jobs in weather. That’s why I study logistics.”

The traffic stopped again. A Singapore policewoman blocked their lane while she waved a tow truck up. Daniel turned around, frowning.

“Vamei. I forgot about Vamei.”

“What’s ‘Vamei’?”

“In 2001, Typhoon Vamei formed at one-point-four degrees latitude north. Came crashing into Singapore. Very bad.”

“I thought you said cyclones couldn’t form below five degrees north.”

“They can’t. But Vamei did! Lah.”

Jack frowned.

“No worries! Java Sea is south, not north. No typhoons. You’ll see. Just a little rain!”

“You’re the meteorologist.” It suddenly struck Jack that he hadn’t stayed in touch with Paul. He was probably worried. He hit Paul’s contact number.

“Hullo?”

“Paul, it’s me, Jack. Sorry if I woke you.”

“No problem. What time is it?”

“Late.”

“Where are you?”

“On the way home. Don’t wait up.”

“Everything okay?”

Jack thought about telling him everything, but what would be the purpose? He’d just killed four men and for all that blood didn’t find anything. And nearly getting killed in a stolen vehicle? All telling Paul everything would do is blow his cover with him—a clear and useless violation of his status with The Campus. So he lied.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. We’ll talk later.” Jack hung up.

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By the time they slowed to a stop on the street behind Jack’s guesthouse, the traffic had disappeared and the rain had let up quite a bit.

“See? No cyclone!” Daniel said, as Jack tapped on his Uber app, adding a tip that doubled Daniel’s fare.

“Maybe you should be a meteorologist after all.”

“No way. No jobs.” Daniel checked the tip. “Hey, thanks for that. It helps a lot. School ain’t cheap.”

“My pleasure. Thanks for the ride.”

“You need another ride, you send for me, okay?”

“A ride or a weather report, I’ll be calling you.”

Daniel beamed. “Okay!”

Jack hobbled toward the neighbor’s backyard fence as Daniel sped away, his tires hissing on the wet asphalt.

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Jack heard Paul before he saw him. His bedroom door was cracked open. Paul was snoring again. Jack shuffled down the hall just to make sure. Paul was on top of his bed, arms splayed wide, mouth agape, a rivulet of drool sliding down his cheek.