Chapter SeventeenPeter and his companions sat drinking instant coffee that Spice had produced from her pack. The sudden crack of a pistol shot reverberated up the mountain from the direction of the Predators’ camp. From somewhere in the tree line, Mishka responded with a single bark. They listened but no shots followed.
‘With a bit of luck, Cydney lost her temper and shot one of the gang,’ said Julie. ‘One less for us to worry about.’
‘Wouldn’t that be nice!’ said Spice.
‘OK, enough wishful thinking. What do any of you know about snipers?’ asked Peter, ending their coffee break abruptly.
‘Not much.’
‘Snipers work in teams of two, a shooter and a spotter. The terms are self-explanatory. Julie will be the spotter, using my binoculars, while Spice will be the shooter. We have two rifles
