Split Second

"No, today you're a Secret Service agent," Morse said firmly.

"Right. And you're a psychopath. And when this is over, I'll make sure you're reunited with your brother. You can throw the te

Sidney Morse pointed his gun at King's head. "Let me tell you exactly what you're going to do. When the clock reaches 10:30A .M. , you will take up your position behind the rope. All the rest is taken care of. You have a very important role in this play. I'm certain you know what it is. I wish you luck in carrying it out. Bad luck, of course."

"So will this be an exact replay of 1996?"

"Well, not exactly. I don't want it to be boring for you."

"Hey, maybe I'll have some surprises of my own."

Morse chuckled. "You're not in my league, Agent King. Nowremember, this isn't a dress rehearsal. It's the real thing, so hit your marks. And just so you know, this play will have only a one-night run."

Morse disappeared into the shadows, and King sucked in a long breath. Morse was every bit as intimidating and masterful as before. King's nerves were close to ru

He looked around, trying to find something, anything, that might help him survive. All he saw was a replay of a horrific event that he'd never wanted to think about, much less relive.

And then it struck him: who was going to play the role of Arnold Ramsey? The answer came to him in a flash. Like father, like daughter! That son of a bitch. He really was going to do it again.

M ichelle flitted along the trees, keeping a close eye out for anyone near the hotel. As she did so, she saw Jefferson Parks climb into a truck, its wheels kicking up dirt as he raced off. Okay, one less opponent to worry about, she thought. Satisfied it was safe to try it, she bent low and crab-walked to the fence. She was about to start climbing but then drew back. The low hum had puzzled her, and then she saw the wire ru

She moved back into the woods and thought through the dilemma. Finally she remembered what she'd seen on her first visit here and realized it might be her only way in. She ran to the backof the building where the slope of the land ru

She lifted off, her legs, arms and back working in unison, her muscle memory returning just in time as she twisted her body, arched her back and cleared the top of the fence by six inches. There was no soft foam to break her fall, and she slowly rose, aching all over, and put her shoes back on. Threading her way to the building, she found another broken window and slipped inside.