CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
“In the back, Carver?” Reid said quickly. It was the first thing that sprang into his mind that might have given the other agent pause before pulling the trigger. “You would shoot me in the back of the head?”
The moment of silence that followed felt like it stretched for eternity, Reid fully expecting a bullet to enter his skull at any millisecond. But mercifully, the pressure of the barrel relieved slightly.
“Turn around,” Carver ordered.
“At least tell me why.” Reid was pushing his luck, he knew, but it was the only way he had to delay his assassination. “For knowing too much?”
“For remembering too much,” Carver replied. “I saw that look in your eye. You remember what you knew back then. Now turn around.”
Reid panicked slightly. He didn’t remember enough to kno
