Roberto stuck her arm out the window and made some kind of signal.
A shot rang out. Whatever Lanniter had been holding in his hand shattered to pieces, bits of it landing in the canal. He screamed. A second bullet struck him in the neck, his head snapping grotesquely to one side.
Jade’s Secret Service training kicked in. She assessed the situation in two seconds. Sniper in the building.
She threw her door open and sprinted towards Lanniter. “Hold your fire!” she screamed.
“Stop!” Roberto yelled, but she was already veering towards the car’s passenger door.
She yanked it open. Lanniter was slumped over the steering wheel, blood trickling across the seat and the floorboard. His neck and chest were open. Two fingers on his left hand were missing. Jade had been trained in Trauma Assessmen
