CHAPTER 7HE’D FALLEN ASLEEP MOMENTS AFTER she’d stormed out of the room, the image of her slender legs and the gentle sway of her hips playing behind his eyelids. But his dreams had taken him in a different direction, replaying the botched mission of the previous day over and over, and each time, his mind concocted a different horror. In one dream, the woman was running toward the little girl, but not to help her; she held a gun outstretched in her hand, aimed at the innocent child. In another, he was running toward the woman, not the child, but he couldn’t reach her. Instead, the group’s leader grabbed hold of her and wrapped his hands around her neck. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t get to her. The leader smiled sadistically as he jerked his hands and the woman’s body fell lifeles
