Dead Eye (Gray Man, #4)

by Mark Greaney

“Are you going to tell me that Lee Harvey Oswald was a Townsend man?” Dead Eye shook his head. “Negative. Oswald was just a narcissistic prick with a bolt-action rifle and an entry-level job that gave him line-of-sight on POTUS’s open-faced limo.” Court knew this to be true.

A small murder of crows flitted between the high branches of the bare trees around Gentry, their angry accusing calls piercing the air, adding even more ominousness to the low dappled light of the gray woods.