CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Reid felt the thunderous explosion shake the boards beneath him. He heard the astonishingly loud detonation. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see the plume of gray smoke that rose against the otherwise blue sky over Davos, but it did nothing to drown out the screams and cries of those outside.
He had failed. Even a single detonation was still a terrorist attack. He had failed to stop it.
When he opened his eyes again, Maria was lying on her side, unmoving. He crawled over to her and checked her pulse. She was alive, though her breathing was shallow.
“Hang on,” he told her. “Just hang on.”
Feet pounded the stairs outside the room. Seconds later, Baraf and the three officers poured in, guns aloft, and more than a little shocked at what they found.
“She needs medical
