The intensity of the mind went off the scale now. I was their target there could be no doubt. I knew where he or she was but I had to be sure. I walked around the car along the driver's side. I could almost hear the heartbeat of the sniper. I was in his crosshairs. He was gloating as his finger moved from the trigger guard to the trigger. I could feel the intake of breath. He gently squeezed the trigger. I dove to the ground a second before the hammer fell. The crack of the gunshot was deafening on that otherwise silent street. I rolled in front of the...