“I can’t get my head around it. I just can’t figure it out,” Mike Bean growled, shaking his head in puzzlement. “How did the shooter know to be at that spot at the very time as the two he was going to take out? Apparently, he wasn’t following you two bozos. He was following the two shooters. But how? And why? He was shooting from a distance. So how could he have been ready to take them out?”
They were all back at the old hotel, standing and sitting around the breakfast bar of the kitchen, looking at Turner and Frank. But someone else was there as well. A small woman who sat on the edge of an armchair facing the kitchen, arms crossed over her small chest, lips squeezed tightly shut. Her eyes watching every person in the room with cool disinterest.
Wendy Corcoran; aka, Tetyna Nedayvoda.
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