CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Reid sprinted as fast as he could, closing the short distance in only six wide strides, and quite literally leapt through the narrow opening of the doors as they whooshed closed. He nearly ran right into a young couple gripping the steel handles overhead.
But the doors did not close. He had tripped the sensor at the top of the door, and they slid open again. Reid looked up, his eyes wide with desperation as he saw the assassin emerge from the bathroom, blood running from his nostrils and holding his Sig Sauer at waist level and slightly behind him to obscure it from passersby.
His gaze was locked tightly on Reid. He could tell that the assassin was weighing his options—board the train and pursue him, or simply shoot through the open doors.
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