‘The sniper knew about the note, Reyna.’ Oliver’s face was reddening again, heat in patches up his neck. ‘He knew what was written on it. He also knew exactly where we were to trap us here. So if we’re saying there isn’t a listening device somewhere in the RV, then we have an even bigger problem. Because the only alternative is that . . .’ He drew off, eyes circling around the group, finally coming to rest on Red. ‘One of us is working with them.’
