Dark Zone

68

Donohue watched as the door to the building opened. The first man out was a plainclothes officer, a bodyguard of some type. He walked to the end of the block and got into a car. As soon as he pulled away from the curb, two more men emerged from the building, followed by a third dressed in a brown suit — Ponclare, his target.

Donohue bent slightly. His joints tightened. His eyes narrowed their focus.

Now.

He squeezed the trigger; in the scope he saw Ponclare’s head burst as if it were a water balloon.

The sniper held the gun ready until the body crumpled. Then he got up and walked calmly to the door, savoring the satisfaction of a job well done.