Circle of Bones - Kling Christine (полная версия книги txt) 📗
She felt as if something in her broke, too. She looked at Dig’s back. He had tucked the gun into his front waistband and he was using both hands to tug at whatever was still in the cargo net. She looked around for a weapon. Most sailboats or fishing boats at least had a winch handle or a gaff or a dive knife — but on this ocean racer, she saw nothing. As she searched every inch of the deck, desperate for something she could pull loose to hit him with, she spotted the fire extinguisher in a bracket next to the helm.
Dig swore and she turned back to look at him. The box was in the net, but he couldn’t get it out. The clasp had snagged on the steel mesh.
Riley popped the latch and pulled the white cylinder free from the bracket. Her attention was drawn back to the sportfishing boat that was still heading straight for them. The boat rode a huge creamy bow wave as it churned through the water closing on them.
Dig uttered a high-pitched cry and the box broke free. He staggered backwards, clutching the box to his chest.
In a flash, Riley saw Michael and her father and Hutch and the box she had carried to the Marine house years ago. She raised the fire extinguisher and swung it straight for Dig’s head. At the last second, his eyes flicked her way and he pushed forward into her. The extinguisher bounced off his back and clattered to the deck. She heard him grunt with pain before his head rammed into her midsection, and they both went down on the deck. Riley cracked her head on the support post for the driver’s seat and she lay stunned for several seconds.
Diggory rolled off her and kept his body curled around the box, shielding it from her. No, not after everything he had taken from her. He could not take that box, too.
He pulled the gun from his belt, and as he swung it towards her, she kicked hard at his elbow. The gun flew from his hand and clattered across the fiberglass deck. It lodged in a scupper where seawater flowed in and drained back out as the boat rolled.
Over the top of the speedboat’s gunnel, she saw the flybridge of the sportfisherman and the small figure of a man wearing a white shirt. Maybe he was coming over to tell them about the earthquake and the eruption. Maybe he wanted to warn them.
Diggory staggered to his feet. The powerboat beneath them was rocking in the waves, and he lurched after the gun, still clutching the box.
The sportfish boat was close enough now she could see the man’s white hair blowing back in the wind. She turned to look for Theo. His back was turned. He was bent over the cabin top, but he had untied their painter and thrown it into the water. The Fast Eddie was starting to drift away. That was why the chop was throwing them around so much.
Standing over the scupper so she couldn’t get the gun, Dig grabbed the top of the box and tried to pull the rusty old latch free. He groaned when it fell apart in his hands. He raised the lid.
Riley heard the deep guttural growl of the electric motors that powered the Shadow Chaser’s bow thrusters.
Behind her, Dig roared and threw the box to the deck. He strode over to it and kicked it once, and then again. The box was empty.
Then Dig looked up and faced the sportsfish boat bearing down on them. He stepped back, his eyes wide with recognition, and he fell on top of the engine cowling. He rolled over and tried to gain his balance. The whole front of his shirt was soaked with blood now.
Riley saw the fire extinguisher where it lay on the deck three feet away.
She looked for Theo. He held his tablet computer and he was steering Shadow Chaser farther away. As the gap between the two boats widened, Theo yelled, “Riley! Jump!”
Riley could see Pinky’s face now. His mouth was opening and closing as he shouted, but the wind carried his words away. He pointed at them with one hand while holding the helm steady with the wrist of his injured hand.
Turning, she saw Diggory balanced atop the engine compartment, his back to her, making ready to dive overboard. No, she thought. He was not going to get away this time. She grabbed the extinguisher as she bolted across the cockpit. She swung the cylinder in a wide arc. Even with all the engine noise, she heard the crunch when the metal hit Diggory’s knee. She jumped aside as he collapsed back into the cockpit. Then she leaped onto the powerboat’s rail and filled her lungs. As she dove, Riley caught one last glimpse of the Fish n’ Chicks bearing down on the Fast Eddie, riding high on that creamy bow wave. Pinky was smiling.
She kicked harder and pulled wider than she ever had before as she reached for the deep blue depths. She reached for Cole. Please, let him be down here, hiding under the boat. Dear Universe, God, Neptune, anyone who’s listening. Please. Bring him back to me. Her lungs burned, ears ached, and she thought she couldn’t go any longer without air when she felt the impact of the explosion. She heard the boom a second later.
Riley surfaced on the far side of Shadow Chaser and sucked in the sweet air in great gulps. Clouds of smoke rose from the opposite side of the trawler.
Theo’s face appeared over the rail. “Riley, here!” he shouted. He threw down the rope ladder. While he secured it to the bulwark, she saw that the heavy hemp rope was singed.
When she got up to the deck, Theo draped an arm over her shoulder and led her back to the stern. He had only one sneaker on, the other foot wrapped in a rag. Neither of them spoke. When they rounded the cabin, she felt the heat on her face. All the cabin and superstructure on Fish n’ Chicks was gone. She was little more than a hull filled with flames. There was nothing at all left of the black-hulled ocean racer, Fast Eddie. With the engines still hot and gasoline vapors in the bilge, the boat had gone off like a bomb.
From the direction of St. Francois on Guadeloupe, a self-important-looking little boat charged toward them, red and blue lights flashing. The French Coast Guard.
Gray cloud now covered most of the sky overhead. A thin strip of blue remained visible far off to the east. Through the gray film, the sun looked like a pale, sickly orb. A speck of something flew into her eye. She rubbed at it and felt the dried salt on her skin. Then she noticed other particles drifting through the air. So many tiny white flakes. In her mind, Riley saw the silt swirling around Cole moments before the camera died. She saw the white mug shattering into a thousand shards. Her legs buckled and she collapsed. Her wet feet had left a single trail of footprints in the fine film covering the deck. Cole was gone and the sky was raining ash.
EPILOGUE
Six months later
Cherbourg, France
November 19, 2008
“You look like you’re a couple of thousand miles away.”
Riley spun around at the sound of his voice. “Theo!” She wrapped her hands around his high narrow shoulders and held him tight to her. So he’d surprised her after all. “It’s so good to see you,” she said, her face pressed against the wool of his sweater.
The hug he gave her was short but fierce. Then he grasped her shoulders and stepped back, straightening his arms.
“You look great, Riley.” The eyes behind the wire-rimmed spectacles twinkled with genuine pleasure.
She knew he was being kind, but she expected nothing less of him. That was Theo through and through. While she was back to work and living her life, she was neither eating nor sleeping enough to ‘look great.’
“I was surprised when I got your email,” she said.
He took her elbow and led her to the bulkhead that ran along the seaward side of the jetty. He gestured for her to sit. Like her, he wore a yellow foul weather jacket. His was open at the front, and he tucked it under him as he settled his long frame on the stonework next to her. He slid the backpack off his shoulder and rested it on the stones at his feet. “Surprised?” he said. “Why?”
