Wabu was dozing in the passenger seat when Shakil rudely shook him awake. “He’s on the move!” Shakil exclaimed.
Wabu glanced at his wristwatch and saw that it was just after eleven in the morning. They followed the red blip on the tablet for about thirty minutes before it remained stationary. After doing a slow drive past, they quickly determined that Teixeira had parked his Jeep in the large gravel lot of an expansive outdoor shooting range.
The range was in a hilly area on the outskirts of town with just a few residences visible in the distance. They followed the narrow road up the hill until they came to an overlook from where they could easily observe the area below them.
Wabu focused on the shooting range through a large pair of binoculars. The large frame of Teixeira was visible a
