CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Reid could do nothing but watch as Claudette collapsed sideways to the gravel. Her eyes were wide and confused, her lips still working in some final, unheard utterance.
About twenty yards behind her stood Agent Carver. He slowly lowered his Glock.
Reid felt a strange mix of anger and relief. He knew he would have done it himself if he was able, but now seeing her lying dead on the ground filled him with remorse.
“She down?” Carver asked, his gun still at waist level.
“Yeah. She’s down.” Reid looked up at the agent as he demanded, “Where were you?”
“I told you I was going around. Didn’t you hear me?”
Reid shook his head. “No. I didn’t.” It didn’t matter now. Carver had done what he was unable to do. He snapped out of it and circled around the biohazard box to tak
