by Ken Douglas
There were two of them. The second one had to be Undertaker. He was masked. Fear, mingled with the cold, sent icy tingles rippling over Broxton’s skin. He had never known real fear, never been under fire, never been in an accident, had barely ever fired a gun. His stomach cramped. His bowels felt like they were going to cut loose. He couldn’t move.
Undertaker probably had a gun, he thought. Then gunfire answered the thought, shocking the quiet night. In an instant he realized he was in no danger. Undertaker was shooting out toward where the prime minister was swimming, and he remembered what he’d heard earlier. Leave the bodyguard alive. The electric tingling vanished. The queasy stomach calmed and his bowels clamped closed.
He felt like he was having an out of body experience as he studied his pursuers. He inhaled the sweet night air and pulled a foot out of the sucking sand and moved backwards, toward the deeper water. Then he pulled out the other one. One step back, two, three, he kept easing away from the enemy, all the while watching them, as they were bathed in the overhead light that framed them as they stood just outside the doorway.
Lawman was wide in the shoulders and lean in the waist, like a quarterback. Although the overhead light cast harsh shadows, he could see that the man was shit handsome, a lady killer, big, tough and good looking. Undertaker was wearing a black ski mask and Broxton shuddered at the terrorist look. “Oh, shit,” he moaned as the masked man pointed the gun toward him. But lightning fast Lawman snatched it from his hand, sending a scream curdling from Undertaker that raised the hair on the back of Broxton’s neck.
Part of him screamed, turn away, swim for it, but he couldn’t. He was once again planted in place, feet being sucked into the swirling sand below, but this time it was more curiosity than fear that kept him rooted to the spot.
Lawman crouched low, presenting as small a target as possible. Just in case I have a gun, too, Broxton thought. Then the big man clasped his left hand around his right wrist, holding the weapon in his right hand. He was assuming the classic shooter’s position and one word shot through Broxton. Cop. Lawman aimed both his body and the gun out into the dark where Broxton imagined Ramsingh might be, but he didn’t fire, probably because he couldn’t see the prime minister. A cop for sure. He held his gun like a cop and he held his fire like a cop. Like his name, Lawman.
The big man stepped out of the crouch and waved to him with his right hand, the gun hanging loosely on his trigger finger, telling him it was over for now. Telling him they were safe, for now. Safe from them, but not safe from the dark sea. Broxton couldn’t help himself, he waved back. He didn’t want to follow the prime minister blindly into the dark ocean, but he didn’t want to face those men either. He wondered why they spared him, why they wanted him alive, but when the man in the mask showed him the middle finger of his left hand, he decided he didn’t want to stay around and find out. So he turned back around, and like a dolphin he slipped into the cool, dark water and started out after Ramsingh.
Chapter Fourteen
Earl knew better than to waste ammunition firing at things he couldn’t see. He stood out of his crouch, letting the pistol hang off of his trigger finger and waved to the bodyguard. To his surprise he waved back. The man had balls. Most men he’d known would be swimming away to beat the band, but this one was cool, standing there in water up to his chest, watching him, burning everything into his memory.
And here he was, standing under the lights, like a rookie out of the academy. The bodyguard was getting a good look and all Earl saw was shadow. Better to kill him now, but the woman said to leave him alive and that’s what he was going to do, although he felt that one day he’d regret it.
The night was quiet again and Earl listened for the sounds of sirens, high pitched voices or running feet. He heard nothing except the gentle surf. He looked out into the dark and saw nothing except the lapping waves, reflecting the moonlight.
“ Let’s move out of the light,” he said, and he moved a few feet away from the doorway. After a few seconds his eyes started to get used to the dark. There were several boats at anchor, but his more immediate concern was the four thatched hut restaurants lining the ocean less than a hundred yards off to his right. He kept his eyes on the tropical buildings, looking for movement. But if they had people in them, they were minding their own business.
“ We have to get him,” the man next to him said. Earl didn’t know him, but when he came flying into that kitchen shouting, ‘Undertaker, Undertaker’ at the top of his lungs, Earl figured that he’d met his backup. And after the man allowed Earl to snatch the gun from his hand, Earl knew that he’d met a coward.
“ Can you swim?” Earl asked, turning to the man in the ski mask that Dani had dubbed the Undertaker.
“ No.”
“ Well I can and I’m here to tell you that I’m not going after them. It’s a big ocean and even with the moonlight we’d never see them out there. We won’t get them tonight.”
“ We have to,” he wailed.
“ He’s right, Kevin,” Dani Street said, stepping through the doorway and instantly moving out of the light.
“ We can’t let them get away.” Kevin was holding his right hand with his left and now Earl could see why. He’d broken the man’s finger when he snatched the gun away.
“ Hurt much?” Earl said. The index finger on his right hand was swollen, already black and bent at an odd angle.
“ Hurts, like a bitch, you asshole.”
“ He woulda shot the bodyguard if I hadn’t grabbed his gun,” Earl said. He felt sand fleas biting into the fleshy part of his ankles. They’d gotten through his socks. He resisted scratching. He didn’t want to look at all vulnerable to her.
“ Really,” she said. Then she pointed her index and middle finger at him, thumb up, turning her hand into a child’s gun. Earl got the message and shot him once, straight to the heart. Clean, small entry, no exit wound. Earl saw the man’s eyes go wide in disbelief, then he sank to the ground, dead before he hit the sand.
Earl looked around to see if anyone had heard the gunshot, but the night still remained quiet. Now that he could see them, he worried about the anchored boats, but they were pretty far out, and even if they did hear, what were they going to do? What could they do?
“ He was stupid. I told him to leave Broxton alone, but like a hyena chasing a wounded animal, he just couldn’t help himself,” she said, as Earl continued to scour the dark for signs of life. But all remained quiet.
“ Better this way,” he said.
“ Why’d you stop him?” Dani asked. He watched as she raised her left foot, using it to scratch her right ankle.
“ When I give an order to my men back home I want it obeyed. I don’t want excuses and I don’t want no buts. I’m working on your nickel now, so I’m giving you the same respect I want when I’m in charge. No more, no less.”
“ Why, Earl, I think you and I are going to get along even better than I originally thought.”
“ You wanna leave this?” Earl said, looking down at the body.
“ I don’t see why not.” She bent over the body and pulled off the ski mask. Then she picked a wallet and passport out of a back pocket. She stood and smiled at Earl, “There’s a national guard post not too far from here, but I doubt that they’d investigate, even if they heard the shots.”
“ There must have been someone in the hotel, that door didn’t get open by itself. And what about those?” Earl nodded toward the beach bars.
“ They all have someone sleeping in them,” Dani said. “But like the security in the hotel, they’re not a problem.”
“ Why not?”
“ When there’s a shooting in Venezuela, the police round up everybody connected, witnesses included, and throw them all in jail. Then they wait and see who starts talking.”
“ Won’t get many witnesses that way.”
“ Exactly,” Dani said. “When shots are fired people start running. Nobody sees anything. But we should leave anyway.”
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Dani sat back as Earl drove back toward the Sans Souci. She marveled at the way he’d sauntered away from Kevin’s dead body. It was no more in his mind than yesterday’s trash. “Want me to drive, or you?” he’d asked. “What about your car?” she’d said. “Stolen. Better that way, no paper trail,” he’d said and she handed over the keys. She usually liked to be in control, but she was at ease with this big man. He was not the lumbering ox she’d first thought. He was smart, cagey, and ruthless. A lot like her.
“ Up ahead,” he said.
“ I see it,” she said. They were on the long strip of road with the pounding surf on their right. And ahead, losing its battle with the sea, surrounded by a crowd, was Kevin Underfield’s Jeep, still lying on its side as the waves washed around it.
“ He was lucky to get out of that alive,” Earl said.
“ He was climbing out the passenger window when I came by,” she said, remembering the way the white moonlight played of off Kevin’s blanched face. It was at that exact moment that she knew he had to go. She’d turned a blind eye to his rabid jealousy, and she could forgive him trying to take a few shots at Bill-he hadn’t succeeded after all-but she could never forgive the fear that radiated from his eyes when he climbed out of that Jeep. A man afraid was a man that would talk.
Earl slowed, then stopped behind a police car with flashing blue lights, telling the world that there was danger here. He leaned his head out the window and asked, “?Que pasa, agui?” What’s going on here?
“ Accidente,” a young policeman answered back.
“?Es alquien lastimado, muerto?” Is anybody hurt, dead?
“ No veo a nadie, nadie esta aqui,” I don’t see anybody, nobody’s here, the policeman said.
“ Esta bien que nadie esta lastimado.” It’s good that nobody’s hurt, Earl said.
“ Claro,” the policeman said, then he moved away and Earl slowly maneuvered around the police cars and the crowd.
“ The Mexican accent was a good touch,” Dani said.
“ I’m from Texas,” Earl said. “It was natural.”
“ Whatever, that policeman will remember a Mexican, not an American,” she said, and she caught him looking in the rearview mirror. “Is he writing down the tag number?”
“ No, but you should turn the car in first thing in the morning, because when they find that body they’re going to be interested in any cars that were seen coming up this road. Especially after they link our undertaking friend to the Jeep back there.”
“ As I said earlier, I’m going to like having you around, Earl.” She was mildly surprised to find out that she meant it. She was more than a little attracted to him. Although she’d known him for only a very short time it was plain that he understood her better than anyone she’d ever met, better than Broxton, her father and even better than her ex-partner, the late Kevin Underfield.
“ I have another room, besides the one you booked for me, at the Dynasty across the way. Room six-fourteen,” he said. “Not that I didn’t trust you, but if things didn’t go as planned, I didn’t want to be where anybody might be looking.”
“ Booked in another name, of course?” she said.
“ Of course,” he said. “I carry a couple extra passports, just in case.”
“ Earl, you continue to surprise me.” Both her admiration and infatuation with the West Texas Sheriff were growing. “But why are you telling me about the other room now?”
“ I was kind of hoping you might like to spend the night there,” he said. His eyes were straight ahead as he took the corner and aimed the car down the road toward the Sans Souci on the right and the Dynasty on the left.
“ I have to see someone at the Sans Souci,” she said.
“ I understand,” he said. There wasn’t a trace of disappointment in his voice. She liked that.
“ I’ll try to cut it short. Can you take a raincheck for a couple of hours?”
“ I’m a light sleeper,” he said.
“ I’ll bet you are.” She laughed, and he turned into the Sans Souci parking lot. She jumped out of the car, tossed him a promising smile and said, “Keep a light on for me.”
“ Count on it,” he said. Then he put the car in gear and in a few seconds was gone.
In the lobby, Dani went straight to the elevator. There were no police, no firemen, no reporters and no milling or panicking people. She punched the up button and looked at her watch. Less than an hour and everything was apparently back to normal. Kudos to the staff, she thought, nothing must be allowed to interfere with the comfort of their guests. The door opened, she stepped in and punched nine. She studied herself in the mirrored wall on the trip up. She was definitely flushed. She was excited and couldn’t wait to get the unpleasant business with George over with so that she could keep her appointment with Earl, the small town sheriff with so many surprises.
She stepped out of the elevator on nine and straightened her blouse. Then she took a deep breath and went to his room. He answered while she was still knocking.
“ Well?” he asked, his deep brown eyes sparking.
“ It didn’t go well,” she said. Then she told him everything.
“ Did you have to kill Kevin?” he asked after she was finished.
“ Yes,” she said.
“ What a cock up!” He waved a newspaper like it was a signal flag. He looked ready to explode. His alluring eyes were glazed and hard.
She wanted to tell him to calm down, but he had every right to be mad. She’d abdicated her responsibility. Turned the job over to someone else. Although she was confident that Earl was up to it, his failure was her failure. It damaged her reputation and by extension, her.
“ What were you thinking of?” He met her straight on, eye to eye. His gaze was fierce and she felt like taking him down a peg or two. She knew she was capable, but she couldn’t do it, because he was right.
“ I wanted to be with Broxton when it happened,” she said.
“ Lord why?” he asked.
“ Two reasons. One, I didn’t want him hurt, and two, it was the perfect alibi. If I was with him every second for the three or four hours leading up to the blast then I couldn’t have done it. I’d be in the clear, but things didn’t happen the way there were supposed to. I didn’t expect Ram to start taking Broxton’s advice right off the bat. He was supposed to be up in that room alone while the two of us were having dinner. And it’s not Earl’s fault. He couldn’t have known Broxton would change rooms on him.”
“ You’re worried about being tied into it?”
“ Not this one, no. I had larger considerations.”
“ My ears are burning, but I’m listening,” he said.
“ I was worried about the future. Thinking someday someone might connect my travel itinerary for Save the Children with the close proximity to the Scorpion’s attacks, just like you did. I decided to buy myself a little insurance.”
“ You thought that if you were with Broxton when Ramsingh was hit that you’d be in the clear. If Scorpion killed Ramsingh and you had an alibi, then you couldn’t be him.
“ Something like that.”
“ But the idiot set off a bomb.”
“ At my instruction. When they reconstructed it they’d have found out that I was in an airplane sitting next to the man sent by the United States to protect Ramsingh when the bomb was set.”
“ And what about your wayward sheriff?”
“ He’s still useful,” she said.
“ You’re sure?”
“ I need him,” she said.
“ I just hope you know what you’re doing,” he said through pursed lips. He reminded her of a snake.
“ So do I, George.”
“ And I hope I don’t ever have to regret recruiting you.”
“ And I hope you don’t mean that as a threat. This whole thing was your idea.”
“ I want him dead before he can make the police dedication speech next week,” he said. “He plans on announcing a new dr
ug treaty with the United States. Once he tells the world, I’d have to sign it, even if he dies.”
“ What’s the treaty entail?”
“ It allows America’s drug agents free run of Trinidad. We can’t have the DEA over here arresting anyone they want. We might as well be in Washington.
“ He’ll never announce the treaty, George.”
“ I have your word?”
“ You have it,” she said.
Earl had just poured himself a stiff Scotch when he heard the rapping. He was waiting on room service. He’d only ordered for one, because he was convinced she wouldn’t come. He lumbered across the room with an eye on the tube. Rocky was playing on one of the hotel channels, and although he’d seen the movie dozens of times it still hit him in the heart. He was addicted to courage and he loved happy endings.
“ You wanna take a shower?” she said when he opened the door.
“ Sure,” he said. She swept past him heading for the bathroom. He heard her start the water as he picked up the phone and canceled his order of steak and fries.
“ Come on, big guy,” she said from under the spray.
“ Coming,” he said, cradling the phone. He stepped into the bathroom and stepped out of his Levi’s, noticing her jeans neatly laid across the back of the toilet. She wore Levi’s too. He liked that. Then he pulled his tee shirt off and stepped into the shower and the time of his life.
Forty minutes later he was flat on his back, looking up at her firm breasts as she slid back and forth, attempting to make him come for a third time. He hadn’t had sex like this since he was in high school. She’d attacked him the second he slipped into the shower, draining him in less time than it took a jackrabbit to jack. Then she led him, still wet, to the bed, where they did it long and slow and she opened the heavens for him. And now she was rocking above him, looking like an angel, and then he spasmed and shot into her for that third time.
“ More?” she said, giggling.
