Maier didn’t dare stop the boat to check how badly damaged it was. He wanted get as much distance between themselves and the boatman’s killing as possible. If the boat leaked critically, they would still have time to swim ashore and hide from whoever followed them on the opposite bank of the river. This time he was pretty sure the shot had been meant for him rather than the boat’s captain. Pretty sure. But not completely sure. Perhaps he was being warned or tested. This was the second time a sniper with considerable experience had killed the person closest to himself and Kanitha. Maier had seen snipers at work in Sarajevo, gunning for moving targets. At a hundred meters, the shot had been a routine target for a professional. But the sniper had only pulled the trigger once. The detective kn
