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.“Told you to stay put,” said Bevode.Broker searched across the bloody beach for Trin’s eyes.Trin had his head bowed.Did not raise it.Bevode caught the eye play as he casually coiled up his whip.He sauntered toward Broker and stepped over Lola’s body, careful not to dirty his boots.“Broker, man, you should’a listened to Cyrus.He told you that ole Gunga had a habit of changing sides…”Broker sat in the sand with his hands clasped behind his neck.Shock manacled his ankles, turning them to wood.He was having trouble breathing.His eyes took pictures that his brain wouldn’t accept and the oxygen in his blood had gone on strike.Bevode dragged Lola’s corpse into the surf by the hair, swearing loudly when he lost his grip because part of the skull wobbled loose.Still swearing, he heaved the dead weight over the rubber gunwale of a dinghy so the legs dangled, feet in the water.Then he pawed around inside the boat and came up with a long, plastic-hafted diver’s knife.Swiftly he slashed the muscular clay of hamstrings and calves.“Draw the fishies,” he said, fastidiously stooping and washing his hands in the surf.He nodded to the green-faced Cajun at the tiller, who was striving to keep his breakfast down.“Take it a couple miles out and dump it.”The Cajun reversed the powerful motor and backed the boat into the gentle swells.The torn white trousers swayed over the gunwale and leaked twisted crimson stripes like a wet, dirty American flag.Casually, Bevode nodded at the bloody drag trail at his feet and said to one of the mercs, “Rake up this sand.Cyrus don’t need to see this shit.”Then he walked up the beach and towered over Broker.Save the Whales had come ashore in the second boat.He knelt a few feet away, with Nina, opening a first-aid kit.Nina pitched on her back, supported on her elbows, trembling the full length of her body.And that was shock.Save the Whales shook his head and eased down Nina’s jeans.“Between you and Virgil you sure put some miles on this girl,” he said laconically.Bevode winked at Broker.“Don’t worry, she’s all right.I just nicked her.So what’d you do with my little brother?” he asked.“He’s gone into rice farming,” said Broker, fighting to get the words from his dry mouth.“Organic farming.You know, where you dump human shit in the fields.”“Well, he always had a problem, you understand.Drugs.I told him he should clean up his act.Wouldn’t listen.So we found a way for him to be useful.”Bevode was totally relaxed, standing there, enjoying watching Broker appreciate the situation.He reached in his pocket and brought out a plastic flask of sun lotion.SPF 30.He dabbed it assiduously on his face.Broker braced himself, he was starting to shake.Bevode just smiled and walked away.He was in control.And Bevode knew that was harder for Broker than dying, knowing that Bevode was in control.Slowly, pensively, Cyrus LaPorte walked back up the beach.Trin was separated from the other Vietnamese and sat alone in the shade of a willow.Hands in his lap, he was lightly guarded, if at all.Bevode squatted and patted him on the head, got up, and walked back to where Nina sat sullenly trying to beat the shaking—bleeding, handled, filthy jeans pulled to her knees.Save the Whales ordered Nina to remove her underpants.She refused so he did and she began to shiver while he inspected the laceration.He splashed on some iodine.She seemed to embrace the reality of the sting.Bevode ordered her to stand up.She pulled up her panties and stood.Then he told her to walk.She took a few steps.Blood and iodine trickled down her thigh and around her knee like veins in marble.“See,” he said, “she’s just fine.” In a gesture of crude possession Bevode laid the whip handle between her legs.With venom eyes, she drove her will into the sand and refused to shake.Bevode waited patiently, toying.She tried to spit, but she was too dry.He smiled.Despite all her conviction, she trembled uncontrollably.Broker got to a crouch.One of the mercs put him down with a rifle butt.Save the Whales stepped forward and peeled down her pants again and slapped a tape compress along the ragged red pencil that ran below her hip up into her left buttocks.Nina modestly pulled up her underpants and went to reach for her pants and Bevode, playfully, snagged them with the front sight of his rifle and held them from her.“Uh-uh, I kinda like to watch you walk with blood on your ass.”Broker’s sight was fractured.More brilliant than normal but cracked.Trin still wouldn’t meet his eyes.Fucking Trin.Make a deal with the maggots eating your corpse
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