clothing was sodden and heavy. Having given in to temptation hours ago, I scratched my lumpy back.
I felt around for Unibrow, got hold of an arm and a leg, and heaved him over my shoulder. His body was slightly stiff, but far from rigid. The heat and humidity probably had something to do with that. His free arm and foot flopped around as I jiggled him into position.
With the gollock and hat in my right hand I made my way slowly towards the edge of the treeline, my head and eyes at an angle of about forty-five degrees to the ground and half closed to protect them from the unseen wait-a-while. I might as well have closed them completely: I couldn't see a thing.
The moment I emerged from the forest, I saw the silhouette of the Mazda, bathed in a glow of white and red reflecting off the wet tarmac. I laid Unibrow down with his hat in the mud and tall grass at the jungle's edge, and squelched towards the passenger side, gollock in hand, checking to make sure there was only one body shape in the cab.
Aaron was sitting with both hands gripping the wheel, and in the dull glow of the instruments I could see him staring rigidly ahead like some sort of robot.
Even with the window down, he didn't seem to register I was there.
I said quietly, 'Seen any of those barry-whatever trees yet?'
He jumped forward in his seat as if he'd just seen a ghost.
Is the back unlocked, mate?'
'Yes.' He nodded frantically, his voice shaking.
'Good, won't be long.'
I walked to the rear, opened the tailgate, then went back to fetch Unibrow. Lifting him in my arms and leaning back to take f| the weight, I carried him across to the vehicle, not knowing || whether Aaron could see what was happening. The suspension || sank a little as I dumped the body on the crap-strewn floor. His ;
| hat followed, and in the dim glow from the tail-lights I covered ' him with his own poncho, then lowered the tailgate before gently ;
clicking it shut. The back window was a small oval, covered in grime. Nobody would be able to see through.
;' I went round to the passenger door and jumped in. Water | oozed from my jeans and soaked into the blanket covering the ' seat. Aaron was still in the same position.
'Let's go then, mate.
Not too fast, just drive normally.'
He pushed the selector into Drive and we moved off. A cool draught of air from the open window hit my lumpy face, and as ;
we splashed through pot-holes I leaned down and placed the gollock under my feet.
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Aaron at last found the courage to speak.
'What's in the back?' L There was no point beating about the bush.
'A body.'
'God forbid.' His hands ran through his hair as he stared v through the windscreen, before attacking his beard once more. !
'God forbid ... What happened?' i I didn't answer, but listened to the rasping of stubble as his left ( hand wiped imaginary demons from his face.
What are we going to do, Nick?'
'I'll explain later it's OK, it isn't a drama.' I tried to keep my voice slow and calm.
'All we need to worry about is getting away from the area, and then I'll sort the problem out, OK?'
Switching on the cab light, I fumbled for Unibrow's wallet in my jeans and pulled it apart. He had a few dollars, and a picture ID that called him Diego Paredes and said he had been born in November '76 two months after I'd joined the Army. There was a cropped photograph of him and what looked like his parents and maybe some brothers and sisters, all dressed up, sitting at a table, glasses raised at the camera.
Aaron had obviously seen it.
'Someone's son,' he said.
Weren't they all? I put everything back in the leather compartments.
His head was obviously full of a million and one things he wanted to say.
'Can't we take him to hospital? We can't just keep him in the back, for God's sake.'
I tried to sound relaxed.
'Basically, we have to but only for now.' I looked across at him. He didn't return my glance, just stared at the headlights hitting the road. He was in a world of his own, and a frightening one it was.
I kept my gaze on the side of his face, but he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact.
'He belongs to Charlie. If they find his body, it could put all of us in danger all of us. Why take that risk?' I let that sink in for a bit. He knew what I was talking about. When a threat's extended to a man's wife and children, it invariably focuses his way of thinking.
I needed to inst il confidence in this character, not anxiety.
'I know what I'm doing and he's just got to come with us for now. Once we're out of the area we'll make sure we dump him so he's never found.'
Or at least, as far as I was concerned, not before Saturday morning.
There was a long, awkward silence as we drove along the jungle-lined tarmac and eventually hit the ghost town of Clayton. The headlights picked out the shadows of empty houses, barracks, and deserted streets and children's play areas. It looked even more deserted at night, as if the last American soldier had turned off the lights before he went home for good.
We turned a corner and I could see the high-mounted floodlights of the locks a few kilometres in the distance, shimmering like a big island of white light. The superstructure of a heavily laden container ship was facing to the right, half hidden as it waited in the lock for the water to surge in and raise its massive bulk.
SIXTEEN
I was just too fucked to worry about anything, but Aaron was in deep flap mode.
His left hand couldn't stop touching or rubbing his face. His eyes kept checking through the rear window, trying to see the body in the back, even though it was in pitch darkness.
We were driving alongside a very wide, deep, U-shaped concrete storm trench. I got Aaron to stop and turn off his lights, and he faced me for the first time, probably hoping that we were going to do something about Unibrow.
I nodded towards the lights.
'I've got to clean myself up before we hit all that.' I wanted to look at least a bit normal, in case we were seen or stopped as we went through the city. Being wet wasn't unusual here, it rained a lot. I could have told him it was time for my daily prayers and he would probably have replied the same way.
'Oh, OK.'
Once I forced my aching body out of the Mazda I could see what was going on under the floodlights. The stumpy electric lo cos were moving up and down the tracks beside the ship, looking like little toys from this distance and too far away to be heard properly. Only a muffled version of the radio traffic from the speakers reached us. The glow from the powerful arc-lights got to us, though, giving just enough light to see what was going on about us, and cast a very weak shadow on the Mazda as I went to the rear and lifted the tailgate to check Unibrow. He had been sliding about and he was pushed hard against the side body work his nose and lips compressed, his arms thrown behind him as if they couldn't catch up. The stench of blood and guts was so strong I had to move my head away. It smelt like a freezer after a power-cut.
Leaving the tailgate up, I scrambled two or three metres down the side of the concrete ditch and into the surging storm water. Bits of tree and vegetation raced past my legs as I pulled the plastic bag from under my jacket and wedged it above the water-line in the gap between two of the concrete sections. Even if I had to run naked from this spot I would still be armed with my documents.
I squatted in the edge of the flow and washed off all the mud, blood and leaf litter that covered me, as if I was having a bath with my clothes on. I didn't bother to check the wound; I'd sort it out later, and in the meantime all I'd do was keep the cut-up sweatshirt wrapped around it and just sit in the water and rest for a second.
I hadn't really noticed it up till now, but the sky was very clear and full of stars, sparkling like the
