Chapter 24On the mountaintop, the Sniper knelt in the tall wind-blown grass, leaning against a particularly steady breeze. In his hand was a pair of compact Night Owl binoculars. Far below in the northeast quadrant was a speck of a man, no larger than a pinhead, marching north along the perimeter fence. The Sniper waited for the wind to die down. Then he lifted the binoculars to his face and, adjusting the dials on the light intensifier, the greenish image grew brighter. Another adjustment on a top dial increased the sharpness and clarity. There, clearly as if under daylight or stadium lights, Carl Harrington patrolled the interior of the back fence.
The Sniper dropped the binoculars back to his knee. His trained eyes flickered contently.
The fence was high enough to cause a slight obstr
