Kirill's point of view. Word: Collateral.
Kirill, lining up the shot, immediately realized something was wrong—the driver's hair was long, bleached. The girl.
He swore in disgust. Somehow they had managed to switch without him noticing. Their car was slowing; they thought they had eluded him and, in a way, they had.
Then he saw them continue toward the bridge and he swore again in delight. As he aimed, he felt a twinge of regret. Such a pretty girl—a shame. And then he squeezed the trigger.