Chapter Thirteen
Roy watched them through the scope.
He needed proof that he was right. He knew he was, but that wasn’t enough.
He huddled in the shadow with the rifle resting on the railing as he squatted. But it was useless, the boat was rocking too much.
Order the boat to shore?
They were mid-channel with heavy traffic to both sides. He’d already seen that the dinner boat didn’t maneuver quickly. It was designed to mosey along a slow-running river, not deliver troops.
Their actions were wrong for a fireworks team. They were sticking to a single level horizontally rather than moving up or down a vertical line of wiring that might have been tested due to having a last minute problem.
Extreme base jumpers—seeking a showy stunt—would have gone straight to the top.
Reporters would ha
