Chapter ThirteenIf Garret didn’t move soon, Liza was going to shoot him.
She squatted behind the engine block with the prisoners, which gave her one good line of sight. She’d positioned Sergey near the back door behind the stack of old metal and seats so that the only thing showing past the pile of the truck’s fenders was his camera. The two different angles gave her an excellent view of the whole bay—except for Garret being constantly in the way.
Because she was the only one with any idea of what was going on inside the warehouse, she’d become the operation’s leader. The fact that she was wholly unqualified didn’t seem to matter to the others.
And she couldn’t exactly argue, not without being overheard.
So she was answering tactical questions with one tap for yes and two for no.
No,
