“To the cemetery.”
Surprise lights up Steve’s features as he watches me in the rearview mirror, but he quickly wipes any trace of emotion from his face.
“And I’d like to buy flowers on the way.”
Chapter
Twenty-Six
Dante
* * *
People scream and dive for cover.
The chair in which Naomi Foster’s corpse sits topples backward from the force of the blow that tore through her head.
Reino’s voice cuts through my earpiece. “Sniper!”
I grab Naomi’s bag and the lighter that fell on the table. The packet of cigarettes is still in her hand.
While people run in all directions, I walk with brisk strides to the northern exit. “Get fucking eyes on that sniper.”
Reino falls into step behind me. I catch his shadow that stretches over the ground before I scan the rooftops and windows.
“South,” Ulysses says. “Your six o’clock. He’s one of ours.”
The fuck?
I clench my fingers around the strap of the bag. “Cut his comms.”
Hysteria reigns. The park security isn’t equipped for the crisis. They try to calm the scrambling visitors but fail. I walk quietly through the stampede at the gates.
“He’s out,” Ulysses says. “I cut his link.”
I grind my teeth together. “Bring him to me. We’ll meet at the warehouse.”
The men stationed inside the park will make their own way out.
The van that would’ve transported Naomi Foster pulls away from the curb with screeching tires and disappears around the bend.
“Cameras?” I ask as my driver pulls up.
“We’re wiping them now,” Ulysses says.
I open the door and get into the front. “Fly our drones away from there.”
“Already done.”
“I want a status update when our men have cleared out.”
“Noted.”
Reino appears on the sidewalk. The moment he gets into the back, the driver takes off.
“Clear the comms,” I say. “The feds will be all over the scene in minutes. Use only a burner phone from now on.”
“Going dark,” Ulysses announces.
