Devil's End by Dave Sinclair

Author:Dave Sinclair
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780975620502
Publisher: Dave Sinclair

Chapter

Ten

The crowds grew by the minute. Whether it was the holiday or the reopening of the iconic landmark, Nash wasn’t sure, but what he was certain of was his growing dread.

He and Sophia stood by the base of The Vessel, elevated on a set of steps to see over the heads of the ever-growing crowd. The attraction had opened to much fanfare and those with passes climbed the steps of the massive structure, more closely resembling ants than humans. The crowds were thick, both in the attraction itself and in the surrounding public space connected by the shopping mall.

Nash and Sophia scrutinised every face in the crowd. A headache was forging its way through the back of his skull— the strain was taking its toll. He refused to acknowledge it. He couldn’t afford to.

It was only a half hour or so before the scheduled time of the attack and they had yet to see any sign of terrorists, or more accurately, to knowingly identify any terrorists. There was still a high probability the terrorists would blend in with the crowd and carry out their attacks, killing Nash, Sophia, Eva, Bishop and countless others. Their focus was on every member of the crowd, looking for the tiniest tell—anything—which would give the extremists away and allow Nash and the team to take them down. The non-stop concentration was beginning to drain Nash’s sleep-deprived brain. He stabbed his palms with his fingernails to stay focused.

“I can’t believe you told them.”

Sophia’s eyes remained fixed on the crowd. Nash wasn’t the only one who was having trouble concentrating.

The break in their self-imposed silence was jarring. Besides the regular ten-minute check-ins, they’d stood side by side for the better part of an hour in total focused quiet. Sophia’s gaze was unchanged, totally fixed on examining every face, gesture and change in body language in the ever-increasing crowd.

Not taking his gaze from the milling throng of New Yorkers, Nash replied, “They’re my friends. I didn’t tell them so much as they figured it out.”

“They figured you had a child by looking at your stupid beard?” She stopped and added, “Your beard isn’t stupid, by the way, it’s rather distinguished. Damn you men aging so gracefully.”

Nash accepted the compliment with a bob of his head. “Eva figured something was up and I filled in the gaps.” It was his time to pause. “And don’t you dare chastise me about aging. You’re more beautiful than I remember, and that’s a hell of a thing, let me tell you.”

She elbowed his ribs. “You old smoothy.”

“Enough with the old, thank you very much.”

Sophia let loose one of her legendary belly laughs, part amusement, part tension relief. Nash was conflicted. Here they were, searching for terrorists who had been deceived into perpetrating a hideous and violent act that would take hundreds of blameless lives. They had no plan, no way to identify them. The clock was ticking and the threat of a fiery death increased with every passing second, and yet he couldn’t think of anywhere else in the world he’d rather be than there with Sophia.

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