Chapter 31
Rasulullah looks down, his expression perplexed. I stand up with Kate still in my hands.
"He was mine!" he shouts across the bridge.
"Allah saw his gesture, and was moved," I say.
"You do not speak to Allah!"
He whips up his handgun and fires it at me. With a sharp pew-ung, the bullet ricochets harmlessly off the pavement a hundred yards in front of me.
"Allah says otherwise," I mock him. I am out of his effective firing range.
He rushes towards me, his red beard like flames as he repeatedly fires and closes the distance. In a few more feet, he'll be able to hit me.
I hold up the detonator Maximov just gave me so Rasulullah can see it. With a guttural war cry, he keeps on coming.
I wait until he hits the center span before I push the big red button. For a moment nothing
