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 assume you’ll be going there to see what you can learn?”


Sweetcheeks looked curious, but when I scowled at him, he just grinned.


I turned my back on him and decided to put my faith in The Boss. “I’m about to take a leap of intuition, sir, and I don’t know how happy you’ll be about it.”


“That’s what I admire about you, Mark, your intuitive grasp of a situation. You have some idea as to who it might be?”


“You have a pretty good grasp yourself, sir. I’m thinking it might be Director Sperling.”


“I was afraid of that.” He didn’t sound happy, but I didn’t know if that was good for me or for Sperling.


“Until we know one way or the other, I’m reserving judgment, although I’m not inclined to disagree with you. Bob has had an almost morbid obsession with you, and lately….”


Chapter 110