CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
“Stay with Baraf!” Reid shouted to Maria. “Help him!”
“Where are you go—Kent, wait!” Maria yelled after him, but her words were quickly drowned out as he sprinted forward, shoving people aside and edging through the crowd as best he could.
He had spotted the assassin. He was certain of it.
The only general admission entrance to the Olympic Park was a single double-lane road that cut directly through its center, between a tall sky-blue contemporary sculpture that had been erected for the occasion and a welcome center. Reid spotted a glimmer of blond hair vanishing behind the sculpture and pursued. His right hand kept instinctively reaching for the gun holstered beneath his jacket, and he had to remind himself that he was in a dense crowd and trying not to incite pan
