This was it.
I breathed out…
And in the space between my heartbeats…
I pulled the trigger.
POW!
In the close-up view of my scope, the bulletproof glass over Rosolini’s face turned white as snow with a thousand tiny cracks. Around the weakened area, though, the glass was still transparent.
The first bullet had been explosive-tipped; the second was a regular bullet that would punch through the weakened glass and paste Rosolini’s brains all over the wall.
I was just about to pull the trigger for the second time when I saw the mystery man dash out of the shadows towards Rosolini –
And my blood turned to ice.
I would have recognized that profile – that blond hair and golden beard – anywhere.
LARS?!
I was already pulling the trigger – my brain had already sent the message to my finger –
But seeing Lars made me twitch the tiniest bit and hesitate a fraction of a second.
A fraction of a second was enough.
Lars was already tackling Rosolini to the ground when the bullet punched a hole through the weakened glass.
FUCK!
I’d missed the target –
But all I could think was, WHAT THE FUCK IS LARS DOING HERE?!
But now they knew I was here –
Which meant I had to get out of there ASAP.
I stood up, slung the rifle across my back, and ran.
At this point, I didn’t give a fuck whether the cameras saw me.
All I wanted to do was GET OUT.
As I sprinted through the olive groves, all I could think was, What the fuck?!
What the FUCK?!
WHAT THE FUCK?!
How the hell could such a coincidence have happened?!
And then I realized:
There’s no WAY this was a fucking coincidence.
None.
