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parking aisle, and Sundance was walking right behind them, fifteen feet away, and had the perfect opportunity for a shot.
    Domino paralleled their movements from a row of cars away, keeping down, diagonally tracking them, mentally urging Sundance. Come on! Take the shot! You’ll never have a better one. But she could see his hesitation clearly, and their window of opportunity was about to close. The three Cubans were headed toward a dark sedan instead of a SUV. Soon they would be in it and headed to the airport.
    Sundance had his hand on his weapon but wasn’t drawing it. Guerrero was only a few feet from the vehicle and Domino had a clear shot.
    As she reached for the holster strapped to her inner thigh and withdrew a Glock G33—a subcompact, semi-automatic pistol whose magazine held nine rounds—she spoke quietly to their backup. “He can’t do it and I have a clear shot. Tell him to get the hell down.”
    She raised her hand to fire, her focus entirely on her target, as Blade’s voice relayed her warning: “Sundance! Get down!”
Her first shot nailed Guerrero in the side of the head and he crumpled.
Both the bodyguard and the driver whirled around, reaching for their weapons. Sundance, though, moved too slowly and was too visible as the culprit, with Domino positioned off to the left and half-hidden behind a car. As she took her second shot, killing Guerrero’s driver, the bodyguard got Sundance in the chest as he dove for cover, and he went down, too.
The bodyguard noticed her then, but it was too late. Her third bullet was already on its way. It buried itself into his temple and he fell like his boss.
She hurried to her target and fired another shot into Guerrero’s head, though the blood pooling beneath him indicated it was unnecessary.
“Target is down,” she relayed to her backup. “Everyone is down, Sundance included. What a fucking mess.” Sundance had the keys to their escape vehicle, a dark coupe parked not far from where he had fallen. In a crouch, she ran to him.
He had a growing blossom of red on his shirt, right over his heart. He looked up into her eyes and weakly gripped her arm. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m here.”
“I screwed up, didn’t I? Jesus, I’m hit bad.” He tried to sit up, but his strength was gone. She watched him take in the pool of blood, his blood, on the concrete. His hand relaxed, releasing her arm.
She took the hand and squeezed it. “You did good.”
His gaze became fixed and his breathing more shallow. “Domino, are you still there?”
“I’m here.” She squeezed his hand again.
“I’m tired. It’s cold. I need to…” His whisper tapered off and he lay still.
She patted down his pockets and retrieved the keys, but as she fumbled for his earpiece she heard the roar of an engine—a car entering the lot, approaching fast. She darted behind the nearest vehicle just as a Jeep came into view, braking abruptly when it rounded the curve from the entrance to find three bodies blocking the way, with a fourth lying not much farther on.
The front doors of the Jeep flew open and a pair of middle-aged men jumped out, tourists from the look of them. One was focused on the bodies, the other more cautious—he was looking around for the person responsible. A woman inside the Jeep started to scream.
Domino couldn’t possibly make it to the coupe without being seen. Besides, the Jeep was currently blocking the only way out by car. She quickly backtracked, keeping low and out of sight. “I need another way out of here,” she whispered into her transmitter.
“Take the stairwell again, up one floor,” her backup replied in her ear, but Reno was talking this time, not Blade.
She noted the security camera above the door to the stairs and kept her face down as she approached. It was positioned too high for her to do anything about it. She didn’t have time.
“There’s an air vent in the stairwell on the floor above the garage. Use the screwdriver in your bag,” Reno