Lucivar's senses were spot on.
It was really Maura who was watching him from the shadows with lethal intentions.
She saw now standing on the edge of a five-story rooftop—watching Lucivar as he stepped off the bus below and walked onto the street. Instead of tailing Lucivar from the moment he boarded, Maura had taken a direct route here and waited for his arrival.
Unlike the bus, her sports motorcycle doesn't need to make stops along the way.
Once she saw Lucivar was in sight, she nodded and went down to her stomach.
Maura aligned her sniper rifle and pointed the crosshairs directly at Lucivar's head.
Her finger poised on the trigger—as she steadied her breathing to minimize the shake.
Being well-prepared for waiting almost an hour for Lucivar to appear—Maura was ready and had made sure that the coast was clear. She spent a good amount of time, making sure that the street was empty and there would be no witnesses.