Quinton Mann is CIA through and through. Mark Vincent is WBIS for life. There is no way they could end up as anything other than adversaries -- and yet, Quinn takes Mark out to dinner on his birthday -- the one no one is supposed to know about -- and gives him one hell of a present in the restaurant's restroom. Mark, not to be outdone, has decided to escalate this game, because it has to be a game, right? There's no way it can be anything else.<br><br>But as the game continues, as Quinn shows up to a WBIS funeral, as a friend of Mark’s penetrates the CIA computer network to get information on Quinn, as Mark breaks into Quinn's house and gives Quinn a very interesting encounter, both Quinn and Mark realize that this is becoming the most real thing in their lives.<br><br>Can they find a way to do their jobs and keep this surprising, intriguing connection?

Houseboat on the Nile

I leaned back in my chair, folded my hands behind my head, and contemplated the view out my window. Six hours before they landed at Dulles, which would make it sometime after midnight Eastern Time, and then another three-quarters of an hour for him to get home. It was the weekend, and State offices were shut down. As for Langley, even Mann, almost as much a workaholic as I was, wasn’t likely to go in at that time of night.


This would be a good time to pay a visit to Quinton Mann’s town house.


After a quick trip down to R&D to pick up some supplies, I went home to shower and shave and change into a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck sweater.


Chapter 49