Across the River of Yesterday

Iris Johansen Across the River of Yesterday

A book in the Clanad series, 1987

Book 12 in the Sedikhan series

For Karen Nevois, my friend,

who understands about

yesterdays… and tomorrows

Mariba, Castellano

The girl's violet eyes were blank and dazed. She seemed scarcely aware of the trio of human carnivores who had backed her against the wall.

Gideon Brandt had seen that expression of dumb, uncomprehending torment once before, and he wanted to look away before the memories of the day in Na Peng came back to him. Hell, he was probably mistaken. It was smoky as the devil, the lighting in the bar was dim, and the girl was on the far side of the room. If she appeared dazed, it was probably because she was on something. Dope was cheap here in Mariba and sometimes it seemed to him that half the population of Castellano was stoned. The clinging white satin gown the girl wore plunged practically to her navel and she was here in Concepcion's place. Those two facts should have made it obvious to him that she was one of Concepcion's girls and here to serve the exact sexual purpose of the men surrounding her.

'Pretty little thing,' Ross commented as he picked up his glass from the bar. His gaze appraised the girl critically. 'Younger than Concepcion usually hires them. Are you thinking about taking a trip upstairs later?'

Gideon scowled. 'For Pete's sake, she can't be a day over sixteen. I don't go to bed with teenagers.' He forced himself to look away from the girl across the room, and down at the bourbon in his glass. 'And we're not here to try out Concepcion's new merchandise. Where the hell is Ramon? You said he'd arrive before midnight.'

'He'll be here. He was very interested in your proposition.' Ross's gaze was still on the girl across the room. 'Those three jaspers don't seem to have your reluctance to indulge in young meat. Their hands are all over her. Hell, they may not make it upstairs before-' He broke off and gave a low whistle. 'Well, I'll be damned. She's barefoot.'

'What?' Gideon's gaze swung back to the girl, who was backed against the far wall. She was barefoot. One naked foot peeped out from beneath the hem of the satin gown and for some reason that nudity made her appear even more vulnerable and childlike. As he watched, one of the men reached out and slowly covered the girl's right breast with his large hand and squeezed it.

She didn't flinch. She didn't appear to even feel it. Why was he so damn worried about a hooker who'd probably been turning tricks since she was an adolescent? She clearly didn't mind being fondled by anything in pants, so why should it bother him? He tossed down the rest of the bourbon in one swallow. It felt hot and good going down, but it didn't banish the uneasiness he was beginning to feel.

Ross studied Gideon, shrewdly assessing his mood. 'You're edgy,' he said at last. 'I told you, nothing will go wrong with the dead. Ramon has been looking for a man like you for a long time. Why should you be worried? You'll soon be on easy street.'

Gideon's lips twisted. 'There is no easy street on Castellano. Even after you've got it all, you have to fight like hell to keep it.'

He knew very well that this island in the Caribbean was one of the most lawless spots in the Southern Hemisphere, its government rivaling its inhabitants in corruption. The lawlessness of this place suited Gideon's purpose at the moment, but he had no illusions about longevity in Mariba. He intended to make his fortune and get out before someone could corner him in a back alley and slit his throat.

Ross gave another whistle. 'Now, isn't that pretty?' He lifted his glass to his lips, not taking his gaze off the girl across the room. 'I might just take a trip upstairs myself and leave you to talk to Ramon on your own.'

Reluctantly, Gideon looked again at the girl's slender foot, then at the satin-clad slightness of her body. He inhaled sharply. One of the men had pushed down the strap of her white gown and her left breast was fully revealed: Velvet white, pink crested, surprisingly voluptuous.

He felt an unmistakable tightening in his groin and the muscles of his stomach knotted in a response that was half anger and half lust. Dammit, before long they'd have her stripped naked for every man in the bar to gawk at. Why the hell didn't she choose one of those bastards and take him upstairs? Didn't she realize she was inviting a gang bang? He muttered a curse beneath his breath as his gaze lifted to her face.

She didn't realize it. He doubted if she even knew what was happening to her. It was Na Peng all over. Only this time he couldn't stand by and let it happen. He had been helpless then, but, by God, he wasn't helpless now.

He set his glass down on the bar. 'Tell Ramon we'll have to postpone our little chat. I'll send word when I'm available for another meeting.' He turned away from the bar.

'Where are you going?' Ross was staring at him, dumbfounded.

'The girl,' Gideon said simply. 'I'm going to get the girl.'

'Right now? Can't it wait, for heaven's sake? She seems a little busy at the moment.'

Gideon shook his head. 'I'm going to get the girl,' he repeated. 'I don't think she knows what the hell is happening to her.' He started across the room, his tall, lithe body suddenly radiating a near-explosive tension as he cut an unswerving path through the crowded tables toward the girl pinned against the wall in the back of the room.

Ross hesitated, his gaze on Gideon's broad shoulders. He had an impulse to hurry after him and try to persuade him to forget about the girl. Ramon was important to them both. What a helluva time for Gideon's protective instincts to surface. He quickly dismissed the impulse. Gideon might be swayed by arguments if it were a simple matter of his being hot for a choice little hooker, but not if he thought there was a possibility the girl was a victim. Ross was far too familiar with Gideon's large collection of lame ducks ever to make that mistake. Hell, he was part of that menagerie himself. He sighed morosely. So much for easy street.

He set his glass down and straightened away from the bar. Three against one. Saint George might need some help slaying his dragons. He threw a few bills down on the bar and sauntered slowly after Gideon.

'Get the hell out of here!'

Gideon dumped the girl in the backseat of the jeep and jumped in beside her.

Tables and chairs were crashing and splintering in the bar behind them while Concepcion roared Spanish obscenities above the curses of the brawling patrons of her establishment. Gideon grinned with enjoyment and admiration. Concepcion had a magnificent vocabulary.

Ross jumped into the driver's seat, jammed his foot on the gas, and the jeep lurched away from the curb. He cast a glance over his shoulder just as the door of the bar was thrown open, and Concepcion, herself, appeared on the sidewalk. Her curses reached a new high in inventiveness as she shook her fist at them. Ross grimaced. 'She's furious at us. You do realize what a sacrifice I made in helping you pluck your little pullet from Concepcion's barnyard? She runs the best whorehouse on the island and she's not about to let either of us back in there after that brawl you started.'

'It was the quickest way to get rid of those leeches who were fastened on the girl.' Gideon shrugged. 'A few indiscriminate punches and the whole place exploded.' He leaned back in the seat and stretched his long legs as far as he could within the confines of the jeep. 'And Concepcion will welcome you back as soon as she gets over her little tantrum. You're one of her best customers whenever you come to Mariba.'