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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] You just want Sepie for yourself. She tell me you follow her. I ll check on her and I ll meet you at the drinking circle tomorrow night tell you how she s doing. I won t touch her, I promise. Okay? Okay. Kimi leaned against the wall by the door. Tuck studied him for a moment to try and determine just how fucked up he was. It wasn t a difficult swim. Tuck had done it stone drunk, but he d been wearing fins and a mask and snorkel. You re sure you can swim? Kimi nodded and Tuck cracked the door. The moon had moved across the sky throwing the front of the clinic in shadow. The guard 214 / Christopher Moore across the compound was reading a magazine by flashlight. When you get outside, go left and get behind the building. The navigator stepped out, slid down the side of the building and around the corner. Tuck heard him trip and fall and swear softly in Filipino. Shit, Tuck said to himself. He glanced at the computer. It would have to wait. He slid out the door, palming it shut behind him, then followed the navigator around the building. He heard the guard shout from across the compound, and for once in his life, Tuck made a definitive decision. He grabbed the navigator under the arms and ran. 45 Confessions Over Tee Tucker Case dreamed of machine-gun fire and jerked as the bullets ripped into his back. He tossed forward into the dirt, mouth filling with sand, smothering him as the life drained out of a thousand ragged wounds, and still the guns kept firing, the rhythmic reports pounding like a violet storm of timpanis, like a persistent fist on a rickety door. Just let me die! Tuck screamed, most of the sound caught by his pillow. It was a persistent fist on a rickety door. Mr. Case, rise and shine, said a cheery Sebastian Curtis. Ten minutes to tee time. Tuck rolled into the mosquito netting, became entangled, and ripped it from the ceiling. He was still wearing his wet suit and the fragile netting clung to it like cobwebs. He arrived at the door looking like a tattered ghost fresh out of Davy Jones s locker. What? I can t fly. I can t even fucking walk. Go away. Tuck was not a morning person. Sebastian Curtis stood in the doorway beaming. It s Wednesday, he said. I thought you might want to play a few holes. Tuck looked at the doctor through bloodshot eyes and several layers of torn mosquito netting. Behind Curtis stood one of the guards, sans machine gun, with a golf bag slung over his shoulder. Golf? Tuck said. You want to play golf? It s a different game here on Alualu, Mr. Case. Quite challenging. But then, you ve been practicing, haven t you? Look, Doc, I didn t sleep well last night& Could be the wet suit, if you don t mind my saying. Here in the tropics, you want fabrics that breathe. Cotton is best. 216 / Christopher Moore Tuck was beginning to come around, and as he did, he found he was focusing an intense hatred on the doctor. I guess we know who got laid last night. Curtis looked down and smiled coyly. He was actually embarrassed. Tuck couldn t quite put it together. The doc didn t seem to have any problem with killing people or taking their organs or both but he was blushing at the mention of sex with his wife. Tuck glared at him. Curtis said, You d better change. The first tee is out in front of the hangar. I ll go down and practice a few drives while you get dressed. You do that, Tuck said. He slammed the door. Twenty minutes later Tuck, his hair still wet from the shower, joined Curtis and the guard in front of the hangar. He was feeling the weight of three nights with almost no sleep, and his back ached from dragging Kimi across the compound, then towing him in the water to the far side of the minefield. The guard had never caught up to them, but he had come to the edge of the water and shouted, waving his machine gun until Tuck and Kimi were out of sight. We ll have to share a set of clubs, Curtis said. But perhaps now that you ve decided to stay, we can order you a set. Swell, Tuck said. He couldn t be sure, but he thought the guard might be the same one that had chased them to the beach. Tuck sneered at him and he looked away. Yep, he was the one. This is Mato. He ll be caddying for us today. The guard bowed slightly. Tuck saluted him with a middle finger. If the doctor saw the gesture, he didn t comment. He was lining the ball up on a small square of Astro Turf with a rubberized pad on the bottom. We have to hit off of this. At least until someone invents a gravel wedge. He laughed at his own joke. Tuck forced a smile. The Shark People covered this entire island with gravel hundreds of years ago. Keeps the topsoil from being washed away in typhoons. This [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |