Haunted

I don’t know how fast the truck will be going and it occurs to me that the concussion from the explosion might dislodge me. No problem. I’m high enough not to be blown apart, and that’s the most important thing. A fall to the ground won’t kill me.

I focus on the sounds from the village. The truck engine idling, rough at first, then smoothing out. The clutch engages. I feel the vibration as the truck rolls onto the dirt road.

The truck picks up speed and my heart races with excitement. I allow a smile. I see a plume of dust draw closer, hear the wheels hum. It takes about five minutes before the truck rolls into view. Another two to approach the bend.

I gauge the trajectory, squeeze the handle, pull the grenade pin, wait for the canvas top of the truck bed to move into place directly underneath me.

I open my hand, let the grenade fall.

CHAPTER 45

NOTHING HAPPENS THE WAY I EXPECT. I IMAGINED the truck would go up in a fiery explosion, the way the one I found Adelita in did. It’s what happens on television. It’s what I counted on.

Not so much.

The grenade hits the top of the canvas, bounces. My breath catches. Is it going to bounce off? No. It settles between the cab and the canvas. When it explodes, the cab takes the brunt of the blast, glass from the rear window explodes out and through the front, taking the bodies of the driver and his passenger with it. They hit the ground twenty feet away, bloody, not moving.

But the panel bed of the truck remains intact. Licks of flame tickle the edges of the canvas. Nobody runs out the back so I assume Luis kept all of the men at the village.

I drop down from my perch. Maybe I need to add an accelerant. Adelita’s tormentor had a gas can in his truck.

I make my way around to the back. It would be too much to hope there’s a full gas can here, too. When I pull back the tarp, all I see are the hundreds of small plastic and duct-taped packages.

No sound yet from the village but I have no doubt the men are heading here at a run. Quick. Think.

What did Culebra say? Processed cocaine is highly flammable. I jump inside, start ripping a dozen packages apart and shake the powder loose.

I need a rag. Nothing I can see. I rip the sleeves off my blouse. I tie the ends together to form a long rope. Stick one end in the gas tank, bury the other under the cocaine.

One grenade left. This has to work.

Stepping back, I squeeze the handle, pull the pin, toss the grenade into the back.

This time, the resulting explosion is all I’d hoped for. The cocaine goes up with a loud whoosh. Flames zoom along the rope into the gas tank. The blast lifts the back of the truck off the ground and then erupts in a giant fireball.

Very satisfying. Except for one thing. I’m standing too close. The skin on my face and arms grows hot and tight. I jump back, fingers flying to explore the damage. Blisters are already forming. Followed seconds later by the pain.

Fuck. Not the first time I’ve been burned. Not the worst burn, either. But it hurts like a son of a bitch.

No time to worry about me. I hear the sound of a vehicle approach from the village. I hadn’t seen another vehicle in all the time I was hiding there. Must have been hidden in the dense brush behind the village or in one of the shacks. Hardly matters where it came from; it’s almost here.

I grab the duffel from under the tree. Consider climbing back up to ambush the men coming from the village. But I need to get back to Adelita. Hopefully Luis sent most of his men to check out the explosions. Leaves fewer men between Adelita and me.

But I don’t wait to see. I start back at a run, not parallel to the road, but in an arc away from it so I’ll come out behind the church. I make it back to the village in minutes, far quicker than the time it will take the vehicle to get from the village to the site of the explosion. When I’m right behind the church, still hidden by brush, I stop and listen.

There’s a lot of noise coming from the direction of the well. I recognize Luis’ voice and Ramon’s. Shouting with an edge of hysteria and mounting anger. Recriminations fly back and forth. They don’t even know what happened and they’re snapping at each other like a couple of mongrels.

When I make my way to the back door of the church and peek up to look through the window, the place is empty. I knew it would be too much to ask to find Adelita alone inside.

I scoot back into the brush. If she’s not in the church, she must be in Luis’ shack.

Before I plan my attack, it’s time to see how Culebra is doing.

He picks up on the first mental ring.

Where are you?

It might be my imagination, but his voice sounds more sibilant than usual.

Near the church, I reply. I’m going to get Adelita now. I think she’s in Luis’ shack. Ramon and Luis are by the well. Can you keep them busy for a few minutes?

I think I can manage it.

Will you tell me when to go?

He laughs. Coldly. I won’t have to. You’ll know.

The ice in his tone makes my blood quicken.

He’s right. In moments, there’s a cry from outside. Ramon. I glance out the window. Ramon is hopping on one foot, clutching his right ankle. Luis looks on, horrified, as the biggest rattlesnake I’ve ever seen slithers toward him. The snake is horror-movie size, its tongue dancing on the air, a death rattle trailing behind.

Luis doesn’t have a weapon and Ramon’s revolver lies in the dirt a dozen yards away where he dropped it when he was bitten. All Luis can do is stare. And back away.

If it weren’t so important to get to Adelita, I’d watch to see where Culebra bites him. I hope it’s in the balls. I drag myself away from the window and steal out the back door. The fact that no one came ru

I move silently to the rear of Luis’ shack and peek in. The small window opens to that back room where I found Esmeralda and the little ones bound and drugged. There’s no sign of Adelita.

No sign of a guard, either. I debate whether to take a weapon but one-on-one, vampire can move faster and quieter and do more damage than any weapon. I leave the duffel on the ground and slip inside.

Luis is still yelling for help so I assume Culebra hasn’t attacked him yet. Ramon, on the other hand, is screaming in pain and fear. When I sidle up to the open doorway that separates the two rooms, I finally see Adelita.

She’s at the doorway that opens to the courtyard, watching what’s happening near the well. A guard is holding her by the arm with one hand; he has a gun in the other. He tracks the slithering path of the huge snake advancing relentlessly toward Luis, his eyes registering horror. Luis is yelling at him to shoot it, but the guard is too afraid to leave the shack. The revolver hangs uselessly at this side.

Lightning fast, I grab the gun away from the guard and bring the butt down hard on the back of his head. There’s a sickening crunch of gun metal on skull and he hits the ground. He didn’t see it coming, his expression reflects no surprise, no pain. His eyes simply go blank. I stuff the revolver in the waistband of my jeans, grab his ankles and yank him back out of Luis’ line of sight.

Not that Luis is looking. His gaze remains fastened on the snake.

But Adelita releases a sharp breath. Her hand flies to her mouth, smothering first the startled cry as the guard goes down and then the relieved cry when she recognizes who knocked him out.

She shouldn’t be too relieved. I plan to let her know at the first opportunity how stupid it was to sneak into Max’s car and to end up, once again, Luis’ prisoner.