Chapter Thirty-Four
Jay walked into the penthouse, Damien’s hand on his back so they could stay together and know each other’s position without having to look. They stepped into the lounge at the same time, weapons aimed in opposite directions as they covered their corners.
Damien held Grace’s phone in the same hand resting on Jay’s back. He was using it to track Nasira’s GPS receiver. ‘Fifty meters,’ he said.
Jay’s heart was doing double-time, he could feel it thrum in his ears. Dead marines lay sprawled before him, the carpet around them damp with dark blood. Damien remained glued to his back as they cleared the kitchen and moved onto the balcony.
‘One-forty,’ he said, and pointed over Jay’s shoulder to the adjacent building’s balcony, positioned slightly below the one they were on.
