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around the corner.
    Another burst of gunfire sprayed the lobby. A child screamed. The sound seemed to come from the back of the house behind the gunman.
    The shooter fired blindly. The bad guy could only see what his muzzle flash showed after each explosion.
    Gerrit prayed the child and mother made it to the back bedroom. He waited until the gunman went silent, and then fired two short bursts across the top of the stairway where the shooter crouched. He leaped backward out of the gunman’s field of fire.
    Silence.
    He slowly peered around the corner, allowing his night-vision scope to refocus. The gunman lay draped across the stairway, his weapon lying on one of the stairs several feet away.
    Gerrit hurried up the stairway just as he heard someone behind him. He whirled and raised his H&K before realizing it was Finch. Lowering his weapon, he held up three fingers, then pointed toward the back of the house on the second floor.
    Finch nodded, gesturing for Gerrit to lead.
    He began climbing the stairs, staying to the far right of the stairway and brushing the wall with his body. Every few steps, Gerrit paused and listened.
    Nothing.
    At the top, Gerrit cautiously peered around the corner, looking over his gun sight as each part of the second floor hallway became visible. No one in the hallway. Nico and his family must be holed up in the master bedroom.
    They lost the element of surprise. Nico knew they would be coming.
    Gerrit ran through the sketch of the house in his mind. Before the operation, he’d studied the house’s blueprints at the city’s planning department. He committed these plans to memory as an office clerk watched.
    “You want me to make copies?” the young man asked.
    Gerrit shook his head. “No thanks, I’ll remember.”
    And he did remember. It was a gift he possessed since childhood that his parents never questioned. They just knew his eidetic memory was a gift, and it was why Taylor kept dubbing him Einstein. Whatever Gerrit read or saw, with minimal effort he memorized.
    The top of the stairs opened up to a hallway that ran the full length of the house. At the far end stood the door leading to the master bedroom with only two other doors in between. He recalled that one door, on his right, led to a large storage room. That room was his goal. All Nico needed to do was fling open the bedroom doors and fire. Anyone standing in the hallway would be killed. He would have to move fast.
    Turning, he motioned Finch closer and whispered, “Cover me. I know another way into Nico’s bedroom.”
    “What? You gonna fly?”
    Gerrit ignored the barb. “When I give you a signal, call out for Nico to give up. Distract him.”
    Finch looked puzzled but nodded.
    Gerrit handed over his assault rifle. “I can only take my S&W. I’ll signal when I’m in position.”
    “What the—?”
    Gerrit moved away before Finch finished, eyeing the master bedroom as he crept along the wall. Reaching the storage room, he eased open the door and slipped inside. Just as he started to close it, the master bedroom door flung open. He left the storage door partly open as he watched through the slit.
    A girl slowly emerged from the bedroom. Nico followed on her heels, gripping her by the throat and jammed a .9mm Glock to her scalp with his other hand. “Back your men away or she dies.”
    Angrily, Gerrit watched Nico using the girl as a shield, a look of terror on her face. The gangster didn’t seem to notice the half-opened door where Gerrit stood hiding. Instead, Nico focused down the hall as the child fought back tears.
    “Don’t involve the girl, Nico.” Finch’s voice carried down the hallway. “Calm down. We can figure this out.”
    “Don’t tell me to calm down, you idiot. I’m calling the shots. You guys back off or someone gets hurt.”
    Finch relented. “Okay, okay. We’re pulling back. Just take it easy.”
    Nico peered around the girl, his gaze darting down the hallway. A second later, Nico turned toward