She really must believe she was safe, blended in against the trees. But Paul knew where she was. He unslung the rifle from his shoulder. If he used a handgun, he might miss. Just a bit too far for the accuracy required.
He glanced at the safety and flicked it off, then raised the muzzle. She was gone.
Paul swore aloud as he stowed the rifle. In a few seconds he was where she’d been.
Concentrate.
Concentrate.Was she so brave as to run across open ground? Or rather, was she so foolhardy?
Oh, yes. She was. There was a couple of hundred metres of terrain between here and the cliff edge and Ellie was running as if her life depended on it. Which it did.
He liked that. It showed courage.
Paul strode out of the forest.
Ahead, Ellie was close to the edge of the cliff, doubled over. Out of b
