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Authors: Tom Clancy

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Mary Pat Foley appeared in the doorway sixty seconds later. After greetings were exchanged, she laid a manila folder on the table before Hendley, who opened it and began reading.

Mary Pat said to Sam Driscoll, “Collage finally spit out an answer on your sand table.”

“No shit?”

“Let me guess,” Chavez said. “Old news. Yucca Mountain.”

“No,” Hendley said. He slid the file down the table to Clark and Jack, who scanned it together. Jack looked up at Mary Pat. “You sure this is right?”

“Crunched it a dozen times. We got eighty-two perfect geographical data point matches.”

Dominic said, “Spit it out.”

“Kyrgyzstan,” Clark replied, without looking up from the file.

“What the hell does the Emir want with Kyrgyzstan?” Chavez said.

Gerry Hendley replied, “The million-dollar question. Let’s start looking for the answer.”

The meeting continued for another hour before breaking up. At eleven, Jack took an early lunch and drove to Peregrine Cliff. As he stepped onto the porch, Andrea Price-O’Day opened the front door.

“That’s what I call service,” Jack said. “How’s things?”

“As always. Sorry about your cousin.”

Jack nodded. “Thanks. Dad?”

“In his office. Writing,” she added pointedly.

“I’ll knock carefully.”

Which he did, and was surprised to hear his father say, cheerfully, “Come on in.”

Jack sat down and waited a few seconds for his father to finish off a sentence on the keyboard. Ryan Senior swiveled in his chair and smiled. “How ya doing?”

“Okay. You getting close?” Jack asked, nodding at the autobiography on the computer monitor.

“I can see light at the end of the tunnel. After this, I’ll let it cool off a little, then start rewriting. You went to work this morning.”

“Yeah. We did the postmortem.”

“What’s the latest?”

“The FBI’s got him. That’s all we know. That’s all we may ever know.”

“He’ll break,” Ryan Senior predicted. “Might take a couple weeks, but he’ll go.”

“How can you be sure?”

“In his heart, he’s a coward, son. Most of them are. He’ll put on a good show, but it won’t hold up. We gotta talk about something. Kealty’s already taken the gloves off.”

“Digging for dirt?”

The former President nodded. “Arnie’s nosing around, but it sounds like Kealty’s people are talking illegal espionage. Might be a story breaking in the
Post
next week.”

“‘Illegal espionage,’” Jack repeated. “Sounds a lot like The Campus. Could they—”

“Too early to tell. Maybe. If so, they’ll use it as an opening salvo—try to blow us out of the water before the race really gets going.”

“What can we do?”

“There’s no ‘we,’ son,” Ryan said gently, then smiled. “I’ll handle it.”

“You don’t look worried. That worries me.”

“It’s politics. Nothing more. It’s going to get uglier, but Kealty’s days are numbered. The only question is how long it’ll take him to realize it. Hell, I’ll tell you what I’m really worried about.”

“What’s that?”

“Telling your mom you’ve gone into the family business.”

“Ah, shit.”

“If The Campus comes out and she reads about it in the paper or gets shanghaied by a reporter, you and I are in the doghouse.”

“So how do we do it?”

“Keep it vague. I’ll handle the part about The Campus. You tell her what you do there.”

“Not all of it, right? Not the field stuff.”

“No.”

“Better that you don’t know, either, huh?”

Ryan nodded.

“And if she asks?” Jack said.

“She won’t. She’s too smart for that.”