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NAOMI STEPPED TOO CLOSE to the grave's edge, her inexperience in the field making her underestimate the young man's threat. Jake opened his mouth to shout a warning, but it was too late.
Marc spun with the spade and thrust the sharp edge into her calf, chopping into her flesh – once, twice, his face contorted with violence.
She went down onto her knees with a cry. Jake reacted immediately, shooting the young man's shoulder, spinning him around. As he reared back up, spade raised for another blow, Jake shot him again in the chest.
His body dropped into the grave.
The older man took advantage of the diversion and grabbed for Naomi's gun, bellowing in French, his growls those of a rabid animal. As she dodged his reach, he swung the other meaty fist, connecting with her jaw. She fell b
