The Fourth Watcher

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From his perspective half a block away, where he appears to be entirely focused on choosing a spray of vaguely reptilian orchids from a sidewalk vendor, the fourth watcher-the

one the other three don’t know about-tracks the movements of the gun. He stiffens as the little man in the black shirt brings his hand up, takes a useless step forward as Rafferty stumbles back, watches open-mouthed as the trigger is pulled.

Not until he is walking away, his orchids tightly wrapped in newspaper, does he permit himself to laugh.