Chapter 2
She could see the sleeve of Will's jacket coming into the corner of her eye and then a millisecond later, his horrified, shocked, face came into view as he stared at something to his left, behind her shoulder.
He seemed to be frozen, like he'd suddenly been moulded into that stance by some sculptor with invisible clay. His shoulders were tense and his face looked like it was trapped in one of those kodak adverts that you see on TV. One of his arms was half-raised, weakly pointing to whatever he was staring at.
He was trying to warn her. And everything suddenly launched into double time. Her instincts kicked in and her sense of sound seemed to clear as though her ears had suddenly popped after being on a long haul flight. She could sense whoever was behind her.
She started to spin around to see what everyone was staring at, some sleeper instinct from her time in the Middle East controlling her motor functions so that she crouched lower to the ground as she did so.
She turned in time to see Jim launch himself at Will, a determined look on his face as he tried to pull the news anchor to the ground. Before she could see her quarry, however, a white blur hit her and pulled her to the ground just after the unmistakable crack of a gun shot rang across the bullpen.