"I never knew our 'relationship' had all that much trust in it." Peretz looked up defiantly. "We had a business arrangement. I've kept up my end to the letter."
Vance watched the exchange with mixed emotions. He
realized that Peretz, being no idiot, knew the situation had just gone critical. He had begun stalling for time. It wasn't going to work.
But after Ramirez finishes with this computer clown, he told himself, Bill and I are next. And with that thought, he reached around under his shirt and circled his fingers around the Walther.
He had been right.
"It's over, you little son of a bitch." Ramirez fired point blank into Peretz’ chest. The Israeli jerked backward, stumbled, and crashed, slamming his head against the hard asphalt. He didn't move.
Uh-oh, Vance thought. Now it's our turn.
He was standing next to Bates, while around them were three bodies of terrorists. Ramirez, however, was safely inside the open doorway, out of range for Cally.
Does she realize what's about to happen?
She must have, because just as Ramirez leveled his black Beretta to finish off what he had started, there was another burst of fire from the direction of the gantry. It was the diversion Vance needed. He dove for the tarmac, rolled, and extracted the Walther he had shoved into his belt.