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“I suspect you’re right. I spoke to him earlier and he seems to have a solid handle on things.”

“Our chances of pulling this off just went from zero to ten percent. Did you tell him what’s happening?”

“I thought you’d prefer to do that yourself. He’s going to meet you outside the pedestrian gate on the palace’s north side. But he’s not happy about it.”

“He’s never happy.”

“Like you.”

Rapp ignored the jab. “Does Sunny know?”

“No. She’s not the target and we can’t afford to have her looking nervous.”

“Understood.”

“You haven’t told me if you were able to get Gadai to talk.”

“He talked.”

“So you know Taj’s plan?”

“Unless he was lying.”

“Do you think he was?”

“Sixty–forty not.”

“Where is he now?”

“Dead.”

“Dead?” The pitch of her voice rose perceptibly. “What do you mean, dead? What happened?”

“It was part of our agreement.”

There was a brief silence over the line. “We’ll discuss that later.”

“Have you talked to President Alexander?”

“I got off the phone with him ten minutes ago.”

“And?”

“He wants to have the banquet canceled and tell Chutani what we know. Let him deal with Taj.”

“That’s going to leave Chutani with the files.”

“In his mind, that’s an acceptable compromise.”

“If Alexander believes the president of Pakistan won’t sell us down the river the second it’s in his best interest, he’s nuts. And even if Chutani were the Boy Scout we know he’s not, are we sure he can keep that data under wraps? What happens when some ISI mole gets his hands on it? Or one of the eight hundred terrorist groups operating here? What happens when there’s another coup?”

“My argument to him exactly.”

“And?”

“He’s given us authorization to assess the situation. But under no circumstances are you to act without his express authorization.”

“What’s that? You’re breaking up.”

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