Page 67 of Silent Target

The bullet carved a bloody path along his ribs.

It isn’t deep.

But it’s longer than he admitted.

“This is not a scratch.”

“It didn’t penetrate.”

“That doesn’t make it a scratch.”

I press the bandage against his side.

His muscles tighten.

He doesn’t make a sound.

An operator runs from behind a Humvee and raises his weapon toward Cobra.

“Caleb.”

“I see him.”

The rifle fires.

The operator’s weapon spins away before he can pull the trigger.

Cobra looks toward the ridge.

“Thanks, brother.”

Then he tackles the stunned man into the dirt.

I secure the bandage around Caleb and sit back.

“You really do see everything.”

“I try.”

“No.” I shake my head. “You were watching Cobra, Rook, Mac, Graves, and the towers. You still noticed someone behind that vehicle.”

“I wasn’t watching.”

“What?”

“I was remembering.”

I stare at him.

“I already know where everyone is supposed to be,” he explains.

“You memorized the entire compound?”

“Most of it.”

“Caleb.”

“I missed one storage building.”