Without time to think it through, Jessie Grain quickly turned over, helped the Criminal Police officer with a leg injury who had fallen to the ground, and dragged him behind a small, concealed slope.
She took a brief breath.
Taking a moment, Jessie Grain frowned in contemplation, trying to figure out who had fired that last shot.
The direction of the recent shot had no other SWAT officers around, and it had come from the direction they arrived from.
If she wasn't mistaken, it must have been Flossie Wright.
Jessie Grain thought she wasn't foolish, but even at that moment, she couldn't fully fathom Flossie's intentions.
Had she anticipated an ambush in advance?
Probably so.
Edward Milton had analyzed it too but dismissed the possibility, yet Flossie had grasped onto it. Even if the chance was slim, she had prepared herself to follow and cover them.
Suddenly, she felt an incredible sensation.
However—
There was one thing Jessie Grain still couldn't understand.
