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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
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“No point to it. They’re at least twenty-four hours away, and they can’t do anything more than Gavin and I can. Besides, the airport is shutting down until the storm passes.”

“We don’t want to call the Singapore police if we can help it. Senator Rhodes wants us to stay off the radar if at all possible. But Paul’s safety is more important than the mission.”

“Agreed. I still think it’s too early for that.”

“I’m going to call Mary Pat Foley. She has resources near you.”

Jack’s jaw clenched. Gerry was spinning this thing up. The CIA chief of station was located in the U.S. embassy across town. Jack was certain they had their hands full with all of the Chinese activity in Singapore. He hated to pull them off their work if he could solve the problem himself. He also needed to prove to Gerry that he could handle it. He still remembered the stinging rebuke he received from Gerry after the Prague mission went tits-up. He already felt as if Gerry was trying to sideline him with this gig. Jack worried about his future with The Campus if Gerry thought he couldn’t handle a white-side assignment, either.

“Give me an hour before you make that call, Gerry. I have an angle that Gavin and I can work. If it doesn’t, we’ll call in the cavalry for sure.”

“You’re the man in the field. It’s your call. But whatever you do, find Paul.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll turn you back over to Gavin now. Keep me posted.” Gerry’s line clicked off.

“Gavin?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, Jack?”

“What the hell?”

Gavin quailed at the tone in Jack’s voice. “Sorry. I was worried about Paul.”

“What else did you tell him?”

“You mean, about the Chinese spies and all of that? Nothing. I just said Paul’s gone missing.”

“Ready to get back to work?”

“Shoot.”

“It’s a long shot. I’ve got another partial plate for you. A Toyota van. Probably a rental, but maybe not. The first three letters are S, A, M, and the first two numbers are zero, zero.”

“Singapore plates use a three-letter, three-number combo. Shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

“Call me the minute you find something.”

“Okay.”

“Not Gerry. Not the Pope. Not the president of the San Diego Comic-Con. You call me. Understood?”

“Perfectly.” Gavin rang off.

Jack pocketed his phone and headed for Paul’s bedroom, hoping he might find a clue.

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Jack walked through Paul’s bedroom, looking for clues of any kind as to his whereabouts. He had no idea what he hoped to find.

Jack yanked open drawers and closet doors. Everything was neat and orderly, perfectly stacked and hung in place. No hidden devices or ransom notes or bloody towels or KGB badges.

Crap.