When he’s focused, Noah can see the frame perfectly. Now, sitting atop the building, resisting the urge to push Stephen over the edge and watch him free-fall twenty stories, he’s locked in.

“Dude, what do you think, do you see it?” It’s the fifth time Stephen has asked, and for the fifth time Noah doesn’t answer.

Finally, the target arrives, and moves toward the frame. Noah lifts the gun and waits.

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