“ What’s going on?” Ramsingh said. The crowd, sensing something ominous, quieted, all eyes on the stage.
“ Your wife is ill,” Broxton lied. “We have to go.”
“ I’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen. Please forgive me,” Ramsingh said. “I have to leave. I hope you understand.”
Broxton looked across the park as he put his arm around Ramsingh’s shoulder, and he locked onto Dani. She had her armed linked with the big Texan. She was too far for him to see into her eyes, but he knew she was boring into him. The Texan was holding something in his hand and Broxton didn’t think it was a Sony Walkman. He shivered, wondering if she would let him push the button.
“ Is she all right?” Ramsingh asked, breaking Broxton’s concentration.
“ We have to go,” Broxton said.
“ All right,” Ramsingh said as Broxton, turning, pulled the prime minister toward the back of the stage and down the back steps of the gazebo. Cool sweat dripped from under his arms and his neck hairs were prickling. Any second it could all be over. All she had to do was give the word and the podium, the stage, the gazebo, and several people would vaporize. He knew the truth of the thought as surely as he knew his own name.
Chapter Seventeen
“ Yacht Club, Yachting Association, Drake’s,” the youth shouted at Dani. The sun was still up, it was still hot. She wiped sweat off the back of her neck with her left hand as she signaled the young man with her right. “Yacht Club?” he yelled at her.
“ Drake’s,” she yelled back to him.”
“ This is crazy,” Earl said as she took his elbow and motioned for him to cross the street. The large green building on the corner across from the Globe Theater gave the place its name, Green Corner, and Dani was leading Earl to the maxi at the head of the line. There were already four people in it. The driver was waiting for six more.
She passed it and climbed into the van second in line, taking a seat behind the driver. Earl jumped in and moved beside her. She leaned forward and put her mouth next to the driver’s ear as she draped a hand over his shoulder. “Go now,” she said, “and don’t pick up anyone on the way.”
The driver, a thin Rasta man with dreadlocks past his shoulder, snatched the blue hundred from her hand. “We’re gone,” he said, and Earl slid the door closed as the van shot away from the curb, barely missing the maxi in front.
“ Want a fast trip?” the driver asked. Earl recognized the Texas accent as he moved to the seat in back.
“ Fast as you can and still get us there alive,” Dani said, getting up and moving to the back with Earl.
“ Fucking crazy,” Earl whispered to her. “We’re making our getaway on a bus.”
“ It’s Dani Street,” Broxton told Ramsingh as they made their way out of the park.
“ What?”
“ She’s the one behind the attempts to kill you. It explains why they wouldn’t kill me. She doesn’t want me hurt. And right now, I think she’s headed toward the ambassador’s yacht. She’s supposed to be taking it up island.”
“ What are you going to do?”
“ Go after her.”
“ I’m going too,” Ramsingh said. Then he motioned to a young policeman standing next to a blue and white police car. “I’ll be taking the car, Gary.”
“ Sir,” the policeman said.
“ Mr. Broxton and I are going to use the car.” He offered the policeman a bright smile. The officer stood fast.
“ I’m supposed to drive it.”
“ Gary, I’m sixty-two years old. I know how to drive.”
“ Not the point. I’m supposed to drive.”
“ Look at me, Gary.” The policeman looked into Ramsingh’s hard gray eyes. “I’m the prime minister and I’m taking this car. Tell your sergeant that I gave you no choice. Then tell the president I’ll be out of touch for a day or so.”
“ Sir?”
“ Step aside, Gary.”
“ Yes, sir,” the policeman said, as he opened the driver’s door and moved out of Ramsingh’s way. Broxton jumped in the passenger side and in seconds they were driving away from the park, the concert, and the thousands of fans who never knew how close they came to witnessing the assassination of a prime minister and possibly becoming victims themselves.
“ Warren keeps his boat docked at the pier in front of Drake’s Shipyard. It’s a sixty-five foot sloop. Very fast. We’ll play hell trying to catch them. I don’t know if we can,” Ramsingh said, as they passed the maxi stand at Green Corner. They didn’t see Dani and Earl climb into the second maxi. They didn’t notice the maxi bolt from the curb. And they weren’t watching as it followed them down Western Main Road.
“ We can’t have her arrested,” Broxton said.
“ Don’t I know it,” the prime minister said.
“ What are we going to do?” This time it was Broxton asking the question.
“ Follow her and see where she goes. Play it by ear.”
“ How are we going to do that?”
“ I keep my boat at the yacht club. Not big and fast like Sea King, and the yacht club’s five miles this side of Drake’s so they’ll have a head start, but I’m a sailor, and Dani’s not. She’ll reef up, we won’t. We might get lucky.”
“ Reef up?” Broxton asked.
“ It’ll be dark soon. It’s blowing like stink out there. I know, I check the weather every morning, old habits die hard. She’ll be cautious and reef. That means she’ll bring most of her sail in.”
“ What if she’s in a hurry?”
“ She’ll be afraid of being overpowered. When the weather’s bad, you reef. Too much sail up and you can put your mast in the water, or worse you could roll the boat. It makes for a much safer and more pleasant ride if you reef when it starts to blow hard.
“ You think we’ll be able to catch her?”
“ Maybe, if she reefs, like I said. The wind will be at her beam, the best point of sail. She’ll cook. Seven, eight knots, even if she is reefed, but it won’t be fun with the kind of weather that’s out there. And there’s no place to hide in the Caribbean, too many yachties these days. There’s no such thing as a quiet or private anchorage anymore.”
“ She won’t hide,” Broxton said. “She knows I saw her, but she also knows I’d never do anything to hurt Warren. Plus she thinks I’m still in love with her. She’ll be convinced I’ll keep my mouth shut. No, she won’t run or hide. She’ll think she’s in the clear. It would be just like her to take a leisurely cruise up the Islands, drinking, dining and dancing in the most public nightspots all the way to the Florida Keys.”
They were quiet for a few seconds, then Broxton asked. “What do we do when we catch up to her?”
“ That’s a good question.”
“ She tried to kill you.”
“ We don’t know that for sure,” Ramsingh said. He stopped at a red light, looked both ways, then ran it.
“ She was with the man I saw in Margarita. That’s why I charged the stage. I’m convinced they had a bomb ready to blow.”
“ And you thought if you were on the stage she wouldn’t set it off?”
“ Yes.”
“ But what if it wasn’t remote controlled? What if it was on a timer?”
