Was Marquez concealed high on the upper levels, looking down at him through a sniper scope and taking a bead on a spot on his temple? One shot from long distance and he would be out of the game and the girl lost for good. But Gorilla didn't think so. Knowing Marquez's mind now, he knew the killer would want to settle this conflict up close and personal. He would want to see Gorilla's eyes roll up into his head and his lifeblood spill out onto the Roman stone.
Twenty feet up ahead, there was an area brightly lit by a series of arc lights, they cast a yellowish haze down into the ruins, and for those few moments as he stood there, he thought the Coliseum looked magical, even beautiful, but from a tactical point of view it was a hunter's nightmare.
He would be visible right across the groun
