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“Okay, set up roadblocks and search tea a mile perimeter It’s probably too late, but we have to try”
The cop grabbed his radio to do this
Stone said to Chapman, “Keep low and follow me”
Theyon his back, his ar lifeless up at a blue sky A patch of crione in
“Single tap,” observed Stone “LV”
“LV?”
“Left ventricle For torso shots I preferred the aorta myself”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Stone didn’t even glance at her; his gaze was skie of the huood sniper’s curriculum”
“Well, I guess we kno that Kravitz was part of the bo plot”
“And so to us That seems clear The part that isn’t so clear is how they kneere co”
Chapman looked around “I see what you mean We haven’t told anyone Gross picked us up at the park on the spur of the moment Wilder couldn’t have called anyone because Gross is with him”
Stone stiffened “Damn it!”
“What?”
Stone didn’t answer He punched in the nu and then went to voicethe cops to stay at the crime scene and wait for their backup, Stone did a hundred on the way back to the tree far the way he called in more LEOs tolot, he knew so He pointed to the treadlot asphalt “Those weren’t there e left Soot out of here in a hell of a hurry”
Stone didn’t wait for the other cops to arrive He pulled his gun and kicked open the door to the office The wo on the floor, a bullet hole in the middle of her forehead Stone motioned to Chapman to cover him as he approached the door to the interior office Crouched down, and using the wall as a shield, he turned the knob with his free hand and pushed the door inward Then he backed away and took up position where he had a clear firing line into the office
Froht a quick breath as Stone moved next to her
Wilder was on the floor just inside the office Even as far away as they were, Stone and Chapone
“Shotgun,” said Stone
He ht ahead, ready to fire in an instant if soave the all clear
Chapent Toun in his hand There were two bullet holes in his broad chest Stone knelt and checked the one Shit! Damn it!”
“What the hell is going on?” said Chapman as she stared down at the dead man
Stone looked around “They split us up and played us out,” he said “It’s like they knoe’re going to do even before we do” He knelt down and touched the barrel of the gun “Warm He fired it, very recently”
“Maybe he hit one of them”
“Maybe” He scanned the roons of blood but found none He pointed to the opposite here a bullet had lodged “Probably Gross’s one shot before he went down At least he died fighting”
“What the hell do we do now?”
They heard sirens co
“I don’t know,” said Stone “I don’t know”
CHAPTER 36
“WHOSE IDEA WAS IT to leave Special Agent Gross alone?”
Stone and Chapman were at the FBI’s WFO, where they sat on one side of a long table and four grim men and one dour woman sat on the other side