He stepped back to where María was waiting and they put their heads together. “If he comes this way, which I think he might, he’ll want you, not me.” “You’ve already said that, but why? Does he think I’m a distraction?” “Probably exactly that,” McGarvey said, and he held up a hand. He’d thought he’d heard something to the left, in the direction of the park. But the slight noise, whatever it was, did not come again. “Him?” she whispered. “I’m going out about ten meters to the right, and you’re going to stay here in plain sight.” She laughed. “I’m not going to let myself be a sitting duck. If I get the chance I’ll shoot the bastard.” “I want him alive. He won’t take the shot until he knows where I am.” “Then what?” “I have a couple of questions for him,” McGarvey said, and he cocked an ear to listen again, but there was nothing except street sounds. He started away, but María touched his arm. “I’m putting my life in your hands,”
