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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
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Jack’s fingers gripped a pistol in the Bulgarian’s shoulder holster. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Why did Rhodes send you, Jack?”

“I told you, no one sent me—”

The pain exploding in the back of Jack’s skull cut his sentence short.

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Jack blinked himself awake. His head throbbed, but his wrists burned like they were cut. It took him a moment to figure out they were tied behind his back. He was lying on his side, not far from the dead German.

Paul sat on a small, threadbare couch across from him, the Makarov pointed at Jack’s face.

“I’ll ask you again, why did Rhodes send you?”

“Damn it, Paul! I told you he didn’t.”

“Then why were you talking to him on your phone ten minutes ago?”

“He called me, looking for you.”

“That’s my point.”

Jack stretched his shoulders. “What did you tie my wrists with, piano wire?”

“Lamp cord. Last chance, Jack. Otherwise, I’m going to shoot you.”

“Goddamn it, Paul, who are you?”

“That’s what I asked you.”

Jack winced against the hammer clobbering his brain. “Yeah, Rhodes called me, looking for you. But I was already on my way to find you before he called.”

“Why?”

“You disappeared. I was worried about you.”

“How did you find me?”

“I didn’t. Gavin did.”

“So Gavin’s in on this, too?”

“In on what?”

Paul reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out Rhodes’s USB drive. “This.”

“What’s that?”

“You tell me.”

“I can’t.”

“You mean you won’t.”

“No. I can’t, because I don’t know what it is. Is that the one you had hidden in the shower-curtain rod?”

“How did you know?”

“I caught you fooling with it after the police raid, remember?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Jack winced again. “Can you at least cut me loose?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, you better hurry. These assholes probably have friends, and they might be on their way over. We should get out of here.”

“Maybe I’ll leave and you can stay here and explain what you did to their friends.”

“At least one of us would survive.”

That caught Paul by surprise. “What did Rhodes tell you?”

“That he was worried about you, that he asked you to do him a favor, that if you didn’t do that favor by midnight tonight, you would be in big trouble. That about cover it?”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all. He said he couldn’t ‘read’ me into the rest of it.”

“So you’re not working with him, or for him?”

“Yes, of course I am, just like you, doing the Dalfan audit.”

Paul snorted, pointing his gun at the two dead men. “You’re no auditor.”

“Technically, you’re right. I’m a financial analyst.”

“I never knew anybody in accounts receivable that could take out a couple of operators bare-handed. What are you, CIA?”