The Gazelle levelled out and disappeared over the pine trees in pursuit of the Westland Scout.'You okay?' Graham asked behind her.She nodded, then removed her sunglasses and wiped her sleeve across her forehead. 'Now's our chance to get Ubrino, with the helicopter out of the way.''You take the back, I'll take the front.' He moved round to the front of the chalet and ducked as he passed a window, even though earlier the curtains had been drawn, only straightening up again when he was clear of it. He undipped his skis then pressed himself against the wall and reached out slowly for the door handle. His gloved fingers curled around it and he pushed it down. The door was unlocked. He opened the door and took up a firing stance, Beretta extended, legs bent and apart. He found himself looking down a dimly lit hallway. He stepped inside and his eyes instinctively moved towards the wooden stairs to his right. Was Ubrino at the top, waiting to pick him off the moment he tried to climb them? Or was he hiding in one of the rooms leading off from the hall?He noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye and spun round to face the open door, the Beretta held at arm's length.
