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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Welcome
  4. Prologue
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  72. Epilogue
  73. To prevent a war in Asia—one that could quickly spread to the rest of the world—Paul Janson and Jessica Kincaid must learn the truth behind a young woman’s murder…
  74. Teaser Chapter 1
  75. Teaser Chapter 2
  76. About the Authors
  77. THE COVERT-ONE NOVELS
  78. PRAISE FOR THE COVERT-ONE SERIES
  79. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

“You must have been recognized at the airport. I was afraid that might happen.”

“Then why the hell did we come back here?”

“Where better? Besides, I thought perhaps we’d have a few drinks, some conversation…” He studied her for a moment. “Who knows where it might have led?”

The hammering on the door continued, growing louder as the men holding the ram became increasingly frustrated. The sound of machine-gun fire erupted outside and the metal curtains billowed inward with the impact. She dived over a chair and flattened herself against the floor, slithering forward to see if Yoshima had been hit.

He was just standing there, looking calmly down at her.

“It’s an internal security helicopter,” he shouted over the sound of bullets slamming into steel. “I assure you that I’m quite familiar with them and they don’t have anything on board powerful enough to penetrate.” He pointed toward the door behind her. “That, though, could be a problem.”

She stood and looked back, seeing that the door was now bowing dangerously with every impact.

“Can I assume you have a way out?”

“Maybe,” he said, starting for the kitchen with her close behind. “But more important, what do you think about my proposal?”

“Which? Going into business together or going to bed together?”

He paused for what seemed like an inordinately long time in their current situation. “Both.”

She had to admit that he was an attractive guy and intriguing as hell. “Bed, maybe. But I’m thinking no on the business idea.”

He smiled and went for a pantry-sized cabinet next to the stove. “It’s an answer I can live with.”

The machine guns out front fell silent but the hammering on the door got even louder, and the shouts of the men on the other side were no longer fully muffled.

“That remains to be seen, Kaito.”

20

20

Outside Washington, DC
USA

Jon Smith eased himself from the car and then reached back in to retrieve his duffel.

“I can get that, Jon,” the driver said, running around the front bumper.

Smith waved him off. “I’m good, Eric. Thanks.”

He hefted the strap onto his good shoulder and turned toward the house, breathing the pine-scented air as deeply as the shattered bones across his back would allow. It smelled like home. Something he was more grateful for than he’d ever thought possible.

The house was the way he remembered it. Casual Western modern with no expense spared to make it look deeply weathered and just a bit haphazard in design. The closest neighbor was a mile down a steep, winding road, providing a silence that at that moment he found extraordinarily appealing.

Smith started up the gravel driveway, concentrating on not hunching when he walked. Not because he didn’t need to, but because he knew Eric was watching. Pride could be a bitch.