I look at Wilmer, look at his rifle. I'm only about ten yards away from him, and at close range, it gets tough to keep a moving target within a high-powered scope like that. But walking is difficult enough for me at the moment. No way I could move fast enough to charge him without getting a new hole to breathe from. I could try. Might get lucky. But it's too desperate. Not my style.
Mentally, I'm trying to count the minutes since I arrived on the rooftop. Some backup would be nice, but if Yvonne flies up here unaware of the danger, Wilmer's going to have a clear shot at blowing her out of the sky.
"I'm losing patience, Jack!" Wilmer shouts. "Take a walk!"
By the tone of his voice, I know he isn't bluffing. With each second, the truth is no doubt sinking in, in his brain-the reality of h
