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In his right hand was his SIG, and in his left, the small wireless microphone that paired with the receiver hanging on his ear. Keeping his eyes on the path, he reached up and attached the mic to his collar. "Give me a constant update," he whispered. " "Got it," Nate said, his voice overamplified and crackling. "You're killing me," Quinn said. " His voice sounded almost normal. "Yes. Thanks," he said. Two minutes later he came to a small open field. Though he was pretty sure the assassin in the tree wouldn't be able to see him, he kept to the dark shadows at the edge of the clearing.
Ahead Quinn could see the trees thinning. Beyond would be the graveyard. He slowed as he reached the edge of the woods, and crouched down low. Less than ten feet away from where the trees ended was a ragged row of headstones. They were old and weathered, several to the point of being unreadable. Between the stones grass had grown high, and here and there a tree or a bush had taken root. But none had grown too large. Quinn guessed that every few years someone came out and cleared away the vegetation, a last act of respect for the dead parishioners who were otherwise forgotten.
The voice had come from behind her. It was male, deep and urgent. "Répondez-moi. " She raised her hands. "Please," she said. " Though French was her native tongue, she answered in English. In the unlit alley, her olive-colored skin might look darker than it really was, so she wanted to emphasize the fact that she was a foreigner. She heard the man take a step closer to her. " he asked, his English slow and deliberate. "Canadian," she said. "Turn. " She did what he asked. When she saw him, she realized he was older than she'd thought.