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to reason they might have had some incidental contact at some point. But that’s all.”
    “What about a common associate between them?” Storm asked.
    “Unfortunately, there are dozens,” Bryan answered. “Like Jones said, these bankers are pretty clubby. They go to the same conferences, pal around with the same groups. If you start playing degrees of separation, you can link anyone in this world with anyone else in two steps or less. They all worked with a guy who worked with one of these guys, or who went to school with one of these guys.”
    “What about phone calls to the same numbers? E-mails to the same accounts?”
    “We’re working on that as we speak,” Rodriguez said. “We’ll let you know if anything pops.”
    Storm drummed his fingers on the polished tabletop. The three agents let him have a moment. Storm wondered how much of the full picture he was actually getting. What wasn’t Jones parceling out? Who was he protecting? What other angle was he working?
    “Of course, there’s one connection we know they have forsure: Volkov,” Storm said. “Volkov is smart, but he isn’t sophisticated enough to be killing bankers on his own. He’s acting as muscle for someone. We can always try to work backward from there. Do we have any idea who might have hired him?”
    Rodriguez glanced at Bryan and said, “Told you our boy hadn’t lost a step during his time on the shelf. Twenty bucks.”
    Bryan shook his head as he reached for his wallet.
    “You really bet against me, Kev?” Storm said, crossing his arms and faking an indignant stare.
    “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never doubt you again and… Oh, man, I’m out of cash. Javi, is it okay if…”
    “No, no,” Storm said. “My old man always taught me a debt must be paid promptly. I’ll cover you, despite your lack of faith in me. Just remember you owe me. You owe me for this
and
Bahrain.”
    “Really? You’re going to talk about Bahrain as if it’s even in the same league as twenty bucks?” Bryan said.
    Storm handed Rodriguez a twenty-dollar bill. “Just adding it to your tab.”
    Jones stared at them. “You ladies done?” he asked.
    “Sorry. Continue.”
    “Good. To answer your question: Yes, we have a theory on who hired Volkov,” Jones said. “We think it might be the Chinese.”
    “Why the Chinese?”
    “We’re still trying to piece that together,” Jones said. “But one theory is pretty straightforward. China has the world’s second largest economy, and they’re pretty open about their goal of being number one. It’s possible they’re trying to create some kind of disruption in the financial markets aimed at undermining our economic stability.”
    “By killing foreign bankers? Why wouldn’t they just kill American bankers?”
    “That’s the nature of global trade these days,” Jones said. “Everything has become so interconnected, the most vulnerable parts of our financial system are actually located overseas. Plus…”
    “What?”
    “It’s very possible Volkov isn’t done yet,” Jones said. “This might just be the beginning of something that’s going to get bigger.”
    Storm nodded. He didn’t need to be convinced of the depth of Volkov’s evil. Even the man’s name spoke to his nature: Volkov is derived from
volk
, the Russian word for wolf.
    “Now, bear in mind, this is a delicate thing with the Chinese,” Jones continued. “We’re not just talking about some backward banana republic that’s going to change dictators in three weeks anyway. We’re talking about our most important, most sensitive foreign relationship, with a country that happens to be the most populous on Earth. And, oh by the way, they also have the largest army. We need more information on what the Chinese are up to, but we absolutely can’t be caught snooping around. We need some… deniability.”
    “In other words,” Storm said, “if I get caught, you’ll deny you ever knew me and I’ll spend the rest of my life in