HE KNEW IT WAS STUPID, and dangerous, but the moment he heard the shotgun blast Burke left the ambulance and ran towards the house.
“What’s going on?” he demanded urgently of the marksmen as he sprinted along the road, his radio pressed to his ear. He was almost at the path when the rifles barked. The noise made him increase his speed until he was sprinting. As he ran he worried about what the shots might mean; neither Paulson nor MacNamara would have fired without an order, which hadn’t been given, unless they were both certain of their target and convinced that someone’s life was in imminent danger. He prayed, as fervently as a non-religious person could, that nothing had happened to his friend.
He could see that the window had been smashed, and the curtains were no longer concealing t
