Chapter 55
Allen
The dinner plates are cleared away and the waiters, including a smiling, polite Marlon, begin to serve coffee and dessert.
I have just added sugar to my cup when Sam’s voice comes through my earpiece in a faint but solemn whisper.
Target acquired. Wait one.
I glance at Marlon, standing across the table from me behind Anne, and his smile faltering for a split second lets me know he heard Sam’s message as well.
Not much longer now, I think, and lean back slightly, mindful to keep myself positioned between the woman I love and the assailant that at this very moment is probably sighting in to try and kill her.
A brief swell of a breeze comes my direction from my left as a few banquet guests wander out onto the patio for an after-dinner smoke and leave the door propped o
