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Mei-Li had been abandoned at the table with no warning.
One moment, they were questioning her closely about the types of information she had on Ru and the CMC. The next, the little woman at Ru and Drake’s table had merely risen to her feet and raised a hand. Taz had squeezed her shoulder briefly, and an instant later Mei-Li sat alone.
They moved with an undeniable eagerness to follow her.
People followed General Zhang Ru from fear.
But the brown-haired woman wielded true power.
Ru came from the other table, leaving the lone woman on the phone. He then led her from the airshow back to the parking lot. They went against the general flow of the crowds watching old planes—so old they might have been from World War II—buzz by loudly overhead.
Over her shoulder, she saw a security team
