Page 275 of Silent Target

One of the men spun backward.

The other disappeared behind a parked truck.

“You hit the first one,” I said.

“I know.”

Despite the danger, I almost smiled.

She didn’t need reassurance.

She needed information.

“The second man is behind the white pickup on the driver’s side. He’s moving toward the rear bumper.”

“I can’t see him.”

“I can.”

Sniper watched the camera feed beside me. “He’s reaching for something.”

The man pulled a grenade from his vest.

“Kate, move!”

She threw herself through the stairwell door.

The grenade bounced once before detonating.

The camera feed vanished in a burst of white static.

“Kate?”

No answer.

I gripped the edge of the console.

“Kate!”

Something struck the phone. Then I heard coughing.

“I’m here.”

Relief hit so hard that I had to draw a breath before speaking.

“Are you hurt?”

“My ears are ringing, and I’m reconsidering several of my career choices.”

“You can reconsider them when you’re out.”

“Very comforting.”

She was still moving.

Sniper switched feeds, locating her on the second level. “Maverick is ninety seconds away.”

“Reef?”