While Drowning in the Desert

Chapter 24

One thing about the desert-you can hear a car coming from a long way off.

The sun was just up, a pale orange circle in a lavender sky. That wouldn’t last long. Soon the sun would be blazing, washing out the sky to a blue so pale it’s almost white.

Nathan and Sami were asleep. I eased my arm from under Nathan, got up, and peeked over the edge of the knoll. A car was coming up from the south. I figured we had about ten minutes.

When I came back to the fire, Nathan’s eyes were open.

For a second there I thought I saw Nathan smile.

I put an ungentle toe into Sami’s foot.

“Wake up,” I said. “What kind of car does Heinz have?”

“He has a Mercedes,” Sami mumbled.

That was good news. I wasn’t sure what a Mercedes was. I had in mind a sleek sedan, though. The car I saw looked more like a small truck.

“And a Porsche, a BMW, and a Land Rover,” Sami said.

That was bad news. The car I had seen looked like it could be a Land Rover.

“What color’s the Land Rover?” I asked.

“White.”

“I think Heinz is here,” I said. “Okay, friend Sami, you know what to do?”

Sami bobbed his head like one of those dogs in the back window of a car. “I tell Heinz your bodies are in the shack. I bring him in, okay?”

“Okay,” I said. “And you do anything different, I’m going to put one in your back.”

I’d heard this line in a movie and thought it sounded pretty tough. Yeah, okay, I thought that Sami would think it was pretty tough. He didn’t exactly quake, though, so I added, “If you try to signal him in any way, any funny faces, any hand gestures, anything at all, I’ll blow your head off.”

“Okay, okay,” Sami said. “We’re the friends now.”

“Yeah, we’re the friends.”

Then I heard the crunch of tires on gravel. The car was coming up the dirt road.

“Places, please, gentlemen,” I said. I helped Nathan into the shack and sat him down on the floor in the back. Then I crouched under the window to the right of the door. The plan was that Sami would walk Heinz into the shack, I would stick the gun into Heinz’s back, and the good guys would win.

That was the plan, anyway.

I heard the car pull up and the car door open. Whoever it was didn’t plan on being there long because he left the motor running.

Of course, I told myself, it was still possible that this wasn’t Heinz but one of the legions of private eyes that Graham had doubtless sent to search for me. I mean, there had to be hundreds of white Land Rovers merrily off-roading the greater California-Nevada desert biome. It didn’t have to be Heinz.

“Hello, Heinz!” Sami yelled.

Of course, it had to be Heinz. It had been that kind of “a errand.” I resisted the urge to peek out the window as I heard footsteps coming our way. I did sneak a glance to Nathan.

He shrugged.

“Sami,” Heinz said. “Where are-”

“In the shack,” Sami said.

Very good, Sami. So far, so good.

“Heinz, they’re in the shack and they have the gun!” Sami yelled.

Very bad, Sami. So far, so bad.

Sami having somewhat compromised the old element of surprise, I stood up and risked a peek out the window. Sami was bolting toward Heinz like a lost puppy toward his master. I could have indeed put one in his back except for three things: I’m a terrible shot with a pistol, I didn’t have it in me, and Heinz had a forearm around Karen’s throat and a gun to her head.

Talk about your element of surprise.

What the hell was she doing here? And what was Hope White doing in the passenger seat?

Using Karen as a shield, Heinz advanced toward the shack and yelled, “Put the gun down, Jew! Or I kill the girl!”

Did you ever wish you were Clint Eastwood? The issue of looks aside, did you ever wish you were Clint Eastwood so you could do the things he does in the movies?

See, Heinz was considerably taller than Karen so his whole big flat head was exposed. Clint Eastwood would have raised that old magnum and blown Heinz’s head clear off his shoulders.

But I didn’t feel that lucky. I really am a terrible shot and my hand was shaking anyway. I just didn’t feel up to making a snap shot just above the head of the woman I love, the potential mother of my child.

“Drop the gun!” Heinz yelled. “Come out with your hands up!”

No kidding, he really said that.

And no kidding, I really did it. I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I tossed the pistol out the window then stepped into the doorway.

I looked at Karen. She looked scared, of course, but by no means terrified.

“Hi,” I said.

I don’t do quips well in the face of danger.

“Hi,” she answered. “How are you?”

“Oh, fine. How are you?”

“Ovulating.”

How can you not want to make a baby with a woman who says things like that?

“Is the old Jew in there?” Heinz asked.

“What old Jew?” I answered.

“Nazi bastard!”

“I guess he is,” I said.

“Then he’s next,” said Heinz. He smiled, raised the gun and pointed it right at my chest.

My heart stopped.

“Look out, sweetie!”

I hadn’t even seen Hope slide into the driver’s seat but now she was plowing straight toward Heinz’s back.

Karen slipped out from under his arm and dove to the side. I flung myself sideways as the gun went off.

Twice.

I can’t tell you what happened next. All I can tell you is that when the dust cleared-literally-the Land Rover was inside the shack, Karen was beating the crap out of Sami, and Heinz and I were on our hands and knees looking at each other.

And his gun was on the ground between us.

We went for each other instead of the gun. I was angry, and desperate to save Karen, whom I loved, and Nathan and Hope, whom I had come to like, and-to tell the truth-my own life. So I had a surge of adrenaline that I knew would carry me through. I knew I could take Heinz.

Because I had to.

He beat the hell out of me.

I almost went out when his first punch smashed into the side of my head. I punched back, though, and felt my fist smack into his jaw. I hit him three more times in the back of the neck before he lifted me over his shoulders and slammed me into the ground.

I thought my back was broken. I couldn’t breathe and felt like there was a knife stabbing into my lungs. My eyes watered and I could barely see Heinz standing above me, grinning.

He pressed his boot onto my throat, leaned down, and started to pick up the gun.

Karen lunged for it.

Heinz whirled around and kicked her in the stomach. She doubled up and dropped to her knees.

I dove for the back of his legs and tackled him. I climbed up his back, got a forearm around his thick neck and started to choke him. The big son of a bitch got up, grabbed the back of my shirt and threw me over his shoulder. He held on to my hand, though, and as I flew through the air he twisted my arm and jerked.

I guess I screamed when my shoulder popped out of its socket.

I guess it was me. It might have been Karen, it might have been Hope, it could even have been Sami.

As I tried to get up I saw Sami grab the gun and hold it on Karen. I tried to push up with my feet but the ground was rolling around and the air was pressing down on my shoulders. It didn’t help that I could see my shoulder muscle sitting like a lump in the vicinity of my elbow.

I aimed a punch at where I thought Heinz might be.

The next thing I saw was the flash of his boot in front of my face, and then the world went black.