I turn around and head over to the FBI van, seething with anger. These two were
stationed here to prevent something exactly like this from happening! What have they been doing, sleeping on the job while someone came right up to the side of the house and cut the electric lines? Such unprofessionalism. Such blatant disregard for Ana's life!
I'm ready to tear them a new one as I nearly rip the passenger door off its hinges.
And that's when I see it. Both of them are still sitting in the front seats - I don't
know why that didn't set off alarm bells before. As soon as they arrived, they should have gone into the back of the van where the surveillance equipment is. But they never got the chance, because both of them are dead. I pull out my cell phone again to see a small dark spot on the si
