Jack’s was a simple plan. They’d wait until after the frontrunners mushed through. In the lull following the sleds’ passage, the crowd would be rowdy. Monty would cause a distraction near the guards—he didn’t know what yet, exactly, but he assured Emmett and Jack he’d put on a good show. If anyone could turn heads, Emmett knew it was Monty Becker. Jack would use that opportunity to sneak around the pavilion, positioning himself behind the curtained area, out of sight from Lin’s chair. That was the closest he could get and still hope to aim true, but unfortunately it put him at a slight disadvantage—he wouldn’t be able to see Lin to line up his shot.
That’s where Emmett came in. He’d stay to the back of the pavilion, within Jack’s sight, exactly where he’d been when the guard behind Lin h
