![]() A ladder toppled, crushing Osorio's side of the car. Just when Arkady thought the Cuban was actually on the car, one headlight exploded. The blade came straight down through the car roof, probed and vanished. Arkady backed up, cutting the wheel to sweep Luna away. The rear window crystallized as the machete swung through. Unable to see, Arkady drove forward, hoping for a piece of the captain, only to hit the long counter head-on. Arkady reversed so that the blow landed on the hood, but Luna slapped the blade sideways and split the windshield into two caved-in sheets of safety glass. Arkady turned on the engine and lights and, blinded, Luna stopped for a moment, then crossed the floor in two strides and brought the machete down on the car. In the coldest or warmest weather they started. Ladas were not known for their power, but they did start. ![]() To say what? That I've refused orders from the police? That I hid evidence? That I'm helping a Russian instead?Īrkady put Osorio into the front passenger seat of the car and went around to the driver's side. Ofelia aimed the Makarov, loaded or not, at the doll. The man-sized doll had been riding in the back of the car, still wearing its red bandanna, still holding its walking stick in its other hand, its dark expression the glower of a kidnap victim. He grabbed its wrist and twisted in his seat to the figure of Change. All the Rosita's units were free-standing white stucco cottages from the fifties with air-conditioning and kitchenette, television and potted plants, clean sheets and towels at a price only the most successful jineteras could afford.Ī black hand swung around Arkady's seat and hit him in the chest. A switch from the Lada, Change and all, to her DeSoto and then to a room at the Rosita, a love motel on the Playa del Este just fifteen miles outside the city and a block from the beach. He saw an unlikely pair, a woman smooth as soap-stone with a ragged man.Ĭonsidering that Ofelia made the arrangements in the middle of the night, she didn't do badly. What was Luna saying when he came back? he asked. The Lada limped over railroad tracks and finally swung into an alley, scaring the spangly green eyes of a cat caught in the headlight, and lurched to a stop. ![]() Air blew through the windshield and windows and safety glass sparkled on their laps. Osorio pressed her mouth to Arkady's ear." My gun."Īt last the streets ended at docks and the deep black and trailing lights of the harbor. As Osorio hung on, he picked up the gun and cocked it." Get out of the way."
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