““Slow, shallow breaths. The firing reticle centered on the black man’s temple, holding steady. A couple hundred meters — just across the street, really. No crosswind. An easy shot. The sniper rifle was set up well back of the window, resting on a pair of packing crates and stabilized by sandbags. As rock-solid as it got. He saw the target’s hand move downward, beside his computer, to a phone on the desk. “Ready?””
