CHAPTER 31
PLEASE, DON’T LET it be Sam. That was the foremost thought in my mind as I tucked my body into the most aerodynamic form possible, arms and legs tight to my sides. Below me, Emmy did the same, her body outlined in the moonlight against the ground below. Our target had tried to open his ‘chute, but something had gone wrong, because the crumpled material flapped uselessly above him. Why hadn’t he cut it away and pulled his reserve?
At least it slowed his descent a little, and Emmy caught up and scissored her legs around his waist, clinging on as they fell together. A few seconds later I reached both of them and wrapped my legs over Emmy’s. Who was it?
Not Sam. Evan. My moment of relief soon ended when I saw the lines wrapped around his neck, cutting off his air supply so he’d l
