she said, handing it over to him. Shane stuck it in his back pocket.
They stood up. 'Hold it,' she said. 'I almost forgot something.' She reached into her purse and handed him a bottle of pills.
He looked at the label: 'Blood pressure pills?' He said as he unscrewed the bottle top and rolled one little white tablet into his palm. 'What's this for?'
'It's not a pill. It's a satellite-tracking device; a satellite transmitter with microcircuitry. You take it as soon as you leave port. It lives inside you and broadcasts your position. I don't want to lose track of you again. It'll pass through you in twenty-four hours, but hopefully this whole thing should be over by then. That thing will tell us where you are within a yard.'
'You're kidding me.'
'Your tax dollars at work.' She smiled. 'The Frisbees have great toys. Now, get going. I don't want Jody looking for you, asking questions. We're less than twelve hours from the takedown. We'll save our reunion till then.' She got him up off the bed and led him to the door.
He turned to face her. 'Alexa, wait… There's something I need to ask you first.'
'No time.'
'No, I need to ask you now.'
He pulled her closer.
'When I thought you were gone, it seemed like my life was over. Now I can't let you go without asking.' He took a deep breath. 'I love you. Will you marry me?'
She stood before him for a long moment, tears welling in her eyes. 'Of course I'll marry you, you idiot. What took you so damned long to ask?' She kissed him. The kiss lasted almost a minute, and when it was finally over, she pulled him back into the room and led him over to the bed where she pulled him down.
'I thought there was no time.' Shane teased.
'Changed my mind… Female prerogative.'
She made slow love to him, and in that moment came Shane's redemption and resurrection.
In that coupling, he was reborn.
Chapter 38
So, WHERE THE fuck is he if he's not in his room?' Jody asked angrily, looking at Tremaine Lane, Lester Wood, and Shane. But mostly he was glaring at Shane.
It was ten past eight in the morning; the black Mercedes SUV was a few feet away in the porte cochere with the trunk lid up and their canvas bags already inside. Eric was standing nearby, watching.
'You're asking me?' Shane said. 'Since when am I in charge a'that steroid case? Like you advised, I'm giving that asshole all the room I can.'
'Victory knew the Subu Maru was set to leave at eight. We're already late.'
'We could split up and go lookin',' Sawdust drawled, not putting much energy into the statement.
'Okay, scout around; we'll meet back here in ten minutes,' Jody said.
While Tremaine, Lester, and Jody took off, looking for Victory, Shane went to the reception desk.
'I gave the concierge a letter to mail for me last night,' Shane said. 'I changed my mind about sending it. Has it gone out yet?'
'Yes, sir. The mail left an hour ago.'
Shane nodded and saw a Caribbean guidebook for sale. He picked it up, peeling off five U. S. dollars.
'How come I get the feeling you're not telling me everything, Hot Sauce?'
Shane spun around and found Jody standing right behind him.
'I really love this…' Shane said as his mind suddenly filled with the vivid image of Victory lying dead in the surf, his dark brain contents washing around in the light surf.
'You're thinking about some shit swirling around in the water,' Jody said. 'What's that all about?'
It was frightening how he did it. Shane forced his thoughts away, forced them on nothing… A trick he had perfected when they were kids.
Jody straightened up, and his expression changed. 'It's gone,' he said softly.
'Victory Smith is your problem. You wanna know how I feel about him going missing? I feel great. The guy was an unguided missile. Somebody probably did us all a favor and pulled his drapes.'
'Papa Joe wasn't fooling about this Santa guy. He's an Argentine fugitive, a political terrorist, and he could be big trouble for us. We need Victory. He might be nuts, but he gives us a comfort zone.'
'We should forget him and get moving.'
Eventually, that's what they were forced to do.
Jody talked to them on the dock just before they boarded the ship. 'I don't know what kinda bullshit we could be facing, so I got Sandy to score us some better firepower.' He handed each of them a brand-new Polish MP-63 9 -millimeter machine pistol. The weapon was compact, with a flip-down grip and retracting stock. Then he handed each of them two forty-round clips. The machine pistols fit easily into their gym bags. 'If we get jumped by the whole town, we're pretty much fucked, but at least we'll take some greasers with us.'
The Subu Maru pulled away from the Mantoor Duty-Free dock an hour past schedule. Its mostly Venezuelan crew gathered in heavy, oil-stained mooring lines as the gap widened between the freighter and the dock.
The old Caterpillar engines clanged into reverse, and the ship creaked in protest as the stern made a slow journey back and to starboard, pulling the ship away from the wharf.
Jody was on deck, somewhere aft as the bow of the Subu Maru swung slowly around and was now pointing toward the mouth of the harbor.
The breeze was ten knots on the stern and the slow-moving ship just managed to make up the difference, leaving them engulfed in a tropical stench, fouled by its own diesel smoke.
Then they cleared the jetty and were out of the harbor in a light following sea, the slow-turning propellers churning up a white wake, pushing them toward the southwestern horizon and Maracaibo, thirty miles away.
Shane stood at the rail feeling so content that even the clogging heat and stink of the ship didn't bother him. He was grateful to whatever divine force had prevented him from pulling the trigger, until Victory saved him for Alexa, Chooch, and their future together. Only yesterday at this same time he had felt empty and used up; now Shane was overcome with excitement and expectation. All he had to do was stay alive for one or two more days.
And that reminded him…
Shane reached into his pocket and took out the bottle containing the white transmitter pill. He unscrewed the top, then looked at his watch: 10:15 A. M. He shook the pill into his hand and was about to pop it into his mouth when Lester Wood materialized at his side.
'Got a cold, pard?'
'High blood pressure,' Shane said as he popped the pill into his mouth and dry-swallowed it. He showed Sawdust the prescription bottle.
Woods looked at the label, then handed it back. Shane threw the bottle into the sea.
'Guess what?' Sawdust said.
Shane didn't answer but kept his eyes on the horizon.
'While I was out lookin' for Victory, I heard that some soft-drink vendor found a body up on the beach real early this morning. The corpse was buried in the sand.'
'Why tell me?'
'I hung out down there and listened to them bean-eaters shootin' the shit. Kinda got the gist of it. The way they were talking the stiff was a big, ugly guy, lotsa muscle, flowered shirt, tattoos, American. Sound like anybody we know?'
'To these islanders all Americans look big and ugly.'
'Appears this guy got on the wrong end of a corpse-and-cartridge party. Course, I didn't see the body, but
