He moved quietly through the forest, every step careful.
The memory of the soldiers’ voices guided him.
It didn’t take long before he heard them again.
Low voices.
Boots on leaves.
Jessie crouched behind a tree, watching. Two soldiers walked along a narrow path, unaware.
Jessie’s heart pounded.
This was it.
He didn’t want to do this.
But Sarah didn’t have a choice.
He waited.
Watched.
Timed it.