Chapter 4 - THE TURN
The attacker lay gasping on the pavement, completely neutralized.
A wicked-looking combat knife slid from the man's sleeve, clattering onto the ground.
Jack grabbed the attacker by the collar, his breathing heavy but controlled.
"You made a mistake," Jack growled, his face inches from the defeated man.
Lily crouched nearby, sobbing uncontrollably, her tiny hands covering her ears.
Jack turned his head slightly, trying to offer the child a reassuring look.
He expected the maid to be comforting the little girl.
Instead, he heard the unmistakable, chilling sound of a slide racking.
He slowly looked up.
Martha stood over him. The helpless maid routine was completely gone.
In her steady, wrinkled hands, she held a matte-black Glock 19.
The barrel was pointed dead center at Jack's chest.
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Her eyes were like ice, showing absolutely no fear or hesitation.
"They found us," Martha said, her voice a low, urgent whisper. "Move."
