Chapter Fourteen
The gunshot resounded through the night.
Had someone shot Olesya?
A figure dashed through the forest, a sliver of burning orange, and Jay tracked it while holding Ark’s pistol. He pulled the slide back and felt for the round in the chamber.
His phone vibrated, probably Ark. Jay ignored it—the phone’s bright screen might ruin his natural night vision or reveal his position. Even so, he was tempted to check the map, to see if it would show Olesya and that her heart was still beating.
The figure cut through the night, and Jay started in pursuit. He took measured breaths and quick, quiet steps, faster than he should, but he wasn’t going to lose this suspected assassin. He kept to the edge of the forest, trying to be more cautious; he was more exposed there, but he could m
