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

Pretty Boy’s cheek was reddened and would probably have a knot come the morning. Sweetcheeks’s eye would be swollen shut. Another boy had a bloody nose, while the other two had various scrapes and bruises.


“All right, what’s all the fucking racket about?” I caught a glimpse of the john’s eyes. His pupils were dilated; he was high on something.


He tossed one of the boys casually aside and sneered at me. “I have my little fun. These? They are nothing.” Ah. Russian if the accent was anything to go by. “Why for you not go away so I do not have to hurt you too, huh, Jim Dandy?”


“You’ve been watching too many bad action movies, asshole.” I cold-cocked him and stared at my knuckles as he hit the floor. Did he have a steel plate in his jaw? “Dammit. I need to ice these. Sweetcheeks, call a cab, would you?”


“Yeah. I want this garbage out of my house.”


Chapter 64