Page 88 of Silent Target

We increase our pace.

No one returns fire.

Those officers aren’t the enemy.

Graves is counting on our unwillingness to hurt them.

Mac reaches a junction and turns left.

I grab his shoulder.

“Why?”

“The right tunnel exits beside a county road.”

“Which will be blocked.”

“Yes.”

“Left?”

“An old service shaft beneath the western trail.”

Cobra studies Mac. “Or another ambush.”

“Possibly.”

“Comforting.”

Mac gives him a tired look. “Would you prefer I lie?”

“I’d prefer you hadn’t spent years helping traitors build secret tunnels.”

Mac looks away. “So would I.”

We keep moving.

Evie falls into step beside me.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You usually do.”

“I’ve noticed.”

Her shoulder brushes mine in the confined passage.

“When did you start thinking like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like Walter.”

I look at her. “I don’t.”

“You predict him. You know where he’ll go before he goes there.”

“My instructor taught me something on the first day of sniper training.”