Chapter TwentyThe icy drizzle had turned to snow, large, furry flakes swirling around on the freezing wind. They settled in Greenfield's hair as he closed quickly on the figure ahead of him. No more than eight yards between them now, but it was still too much. The awesome awareness of the power in his hands was overwhelming. In that instant, he was God. He held the power of life or death over the man foraging through the snow ahead of him. Such thoughts could not be allowed to thwart his purpose. To preserve Greenfield's life a man must die. That was the way of it.
He was close enough now, only a few feet. Without altering his pace, he pulled the pistol clear of his pocket, held it out in front of him and fired four times, so rapidly the reports sounded almost as one. Even in the poor lig
