51
The Countdown
Peyton let the steel door slam behind her. “That was fun, but not quite what I had in mind.” Without hesitation, she walked around the right edge of the expansive room, past the pool tables, until she had reached the edge of the bar. She withdrew another small block of C4, concealed it in her hands, and pressed it firmly against the underside of the overhang, then switched the timer into the On position. “One more to go,” she said to herself, then walked toward the pool tables.
Grinder slipped across the street and disappeared behind a building next to where Brock was positioned. He went around back and found the RV parked. “Wait a damned minute,” he said as he cupped his hands around his eyes and looked through the rear windshield. When he could tell the vehicle was em
