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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
  3. PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS
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“She’s an executive assistant in my department. Older woman, heavyset, plain. A real hard worker and smart, but not the kind of woman a man pays much attention to. Anyway, she told me the whole story.”

Now Jack was squirming. Had he done something wrong to this woman?

“It was raining cats and dogs one night and she was driving way too fast when her tire blew. She almost lost control but managed to pull over on the side of the road, shaking like a leaf. Just as she threw on her emergency lights, an SUV pulled up in her rearview mirror. The guy jumped out, got soaking wet, and asked her if she was hurt. She said she wasn’t, then he offered to change her tire. She didn’t have Triple A and she didn’t know how to do it herself. So the guy changed her tire. He was muddy and drenched when he finally got done. She offered him twenty dollars for his trouble and he refused it. Even insisted on following her home to make sure she got there okay. When she pulled up in her driveway he honked the horn and waved good-bye. Who does that kind of thing anymore?”

Jack shrugged, a little embarrassed. “It was no big deal. Just a tire.”

“So when I said you did good work back in Gerry’s office, I was really talking about the tire.”

Jack smiled, accepting the half-compliment. “Did you finish catching up on your other work?”

“Not yet. In fact, I need to get back to it.”

As soon as their trays were carried away, Paul broke out his laptop and dove into his spreadsheets. Jack opened up his, too, connected to the onboard Wi-Fi, and started doing research on the Dalfan corporation. He wanted to hit the ground running.

An hour before they landed, the flight attendant passed out customs declarations cards. Jack glanced at it. Standard stuff.

Except for the big bold red letters in an extra-large font at the bottom of the card:

WARNING
DEATH FOR DRUG TRAFFICKERS
UNDER SINGAPORE LAW

15

CHANGI AIRPORT

SINGAPORE

Voted the world’s best airport year after year by Skytrax, Changi didn’t disappoint in either beauty or efficiency. Jack would have enjoyed checking out the butterfly garden or the rooftop sunflowers, but the two of them had customs to get through and baggage claim before meeting up with the car service that would shuttle them to their hotel.