“I shook my head.”
“Was this other bodyguard taking cover at the time?”
“No, standing tall, surveying the scene.”
What was worse, Caroline knew exactly why Boky was not taking cover, growing vary of her own perceptions. Lieutenant Miller was right; she had nothing to gain by getting involved in this mess.
“How long after the shooting was this, you think?”
“A minute or less.”
“Was he looking around, trying to figure it out?”
“He was watching us.”
“An inside hit,” Smith hesitated. He studied her doubtfully before he pulled a dog-eared photo from his leather wallet.
“Ever seen this man before?”
The photo startled her. She took a step backwards in the crowded hallway and bumped into a wounded male who started to rebuke her but backed off when he saw the company she was keeping. The s
