The Only Way Out
Five years later
Jeff Markum lay on his belly in the sand. Waving sea grass, bougainvillea and wild fig trees hid him from view. His powerful binoculars allowed him to see into the open windows of the exclusive villa situated at the far end of the hotel grounds.
Three men gathered around a table, as was their morning custom. They'd finished breakfast and were talking. A soft, tropical breeze carried with it the faint sound of laughter. Jeff couldn't hear what they were saying, but he watched their lips moving and deciphered most of the words.
They were going fishing.
Jeff turned his head slightly to the right and saw the dock jutting out into the deep blue of the Caribbean sea. A well-equipped powerboat sat bobbing in the water. The crew was preparing for their day of fishing. Jeff looked back at the villa. The path from the front door to the boat was about fifty feet long. Nothing obstructed Jeff's view of the area, so nothing would get in the way of his shot.
Kray would walk those fifty feet. He was a head taller than both his bodyguards. It would be easy to take him out.
Jeff lowered the binoculars and ro ... read full excerpt from: The Only Way Out ebook
