Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Flic watched Lord Henry Kehelland and the Defence Secretary making their way up the golf course. The minister"s protection detail followed up behind in the light drizzle. Through the rifle"s telescopic sight, she looked at the smiling eyes of the man she was about to kill.
Her firing position was half a mile away on high ground crowned with trees. She watched the car patrols circling the area below, stopping to chat to the police motorcyclists dotted around the country lanes surrounding the golf club. The wind was north-westerly and had a chill edge. It wasn"t going to be the easiest shot but it would be one shot.
The weapon would fire a round that could be traced back to a batch of ammunition that had been stolen from an Ulster Defence Regiment armoury many year
