Steal The Sun(战争间谍)-第25部分

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start　peeling。　When　you　get　to　your　skin；　wish　you　could　zip　out　of　it；　too。　But　you　can’t；　so
Riley　will　wash　you　down。”
“You’re　kidding；”　said　Coughlan；　but　he　could　see　that　Finn　was　not。　“For　Chrissake；　why？”
said　Coughlan；　loosening　his　tie　and　belt　even　as　he　protested。
“I　can’t　tell　you。”
Coughlan’s　hands　hovered　over　his　fly。　“So　help　me；　Finn；　if　you’re　jerking　me　off　–　“
“Peel；”　said　Finn。
Coughlan　peeled。
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Refugio　wallowed　in　a　sea　of　pain　until　the　tide　ebbed；　stranding　him　in　a　dry　reality。　He　was
facedown　on　the　front　seat　of　the　laundry　van。　Then　he　remembered　the　instant　that　the　world
had　exploded　as　Masarek　shot　him。　He　sat　and　looked　down　at　himself。　Blood。　A　lapful　of　it。
Afraid　of　what　he　would　find；　he　explored　his　lap　with　his　left　hand。
The　relief　of　finding　himself　intact　was　so　great　that　Refugio　nearly　fainted　again。　Then　came
fiery　pain　as　he　brushed　his　hand　across　his　left　thigh。
“Refugio？”　asked　Salvador　anxiously。
“It’s　all　right；”　said　Refugio；　his　eyes　closed。　“The　cabrón　shot　me　in　the　leg；　nothing　more。　How
long　was　I　out？”
“Only　a　moment。”
Refugio　opened　his　eyes　and　wiped　the　sweat　away；　leaving　bloody　streaks　everywhere　his　hand
had　been。　He　looked　into　the　back　of　the　truck。　Neither　Masarek　nor　Lopez　was　recognizable；
but　it　was　obvious　that　both　men　were　dead。
“The　blonde；”　said　Refugio；　his　voice　hoarse。　“You’ll　have　to　get　her。”
“How？”
“Go　to　the　car　in　back　of　the　van。　The　car　with　a　red　serape　in　the　back　window。　The　woman
who　came　with　Masarek　is　hiding　there。　But　be　careful。　Don’t　trust　her。”
“A　rattlesnake’s　mate　is　no　less　poisonous　for　being　female；”　said　Salvador；　leaning　over　the　seat
and　scooping　up　his　knife　and　shotgun。
“Take　her　–　“　Refugio　bit　off　a　sound　of　pain。　With　great　care；　he　straightened　slowly；　so　that
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the　waves　of　pain　did　not　make　him　dizzy。　He　pressed　his　face　against　the　cold　glass　on　the
driver’s　side；　then　rolled　down　the　window　and　peered　out。　The　cream…colored　flower　truck　was
across　the　street；　nearly　a　block　to　the　rear。　Between　the　flower　truck　and　the　laundry　truck　was　a
car　with　a　red　blanket　in　the　rear　window。
“The　green　car。　Take　her　from　it。　Go　to　the　white　van　with　the　red　rose　on　the　side。　See　it？”
Salvador　leaned　over　the　seat　and　looked。　“Yes。”
“A　Japanese　is　in　the　truck。　A　friend。　Knock　out　the　blonde；　tie　her　and　drive　the　van　up　here。
Just　knock　her　out；　don’t　kill　her。　Understand？”
“Yes。”
Salvador　turned　and　picked　his　way　past　the　bodies　to　the　rear　of　the　truck。　His　foot　hit　a　canvas
bag　containing　the　smaller　piece　of　uranium　and　sent　it　skating　aside　until　it　thumped　up　against
the　bag　with　the　larger　piece　of　U…235。　Radiation　bloomed　in　a　soundless；　subtle　rush　of　blue；　so
faint　he　did　not　see　it。
Salvador　opened　the　rear　door　and　got　out。　After　a　quick　look　around；　he　walked　toward　the
dark　green　car。　Mist　swirled　capriciously；　but　the　red　blanket　was　like　a　beacon。　Even　so；　he
hesitated　before　he　opened　the　car　door。　The　car　looked　empty　and　cold；　its　windows　un…fogged
as　though　nothing　warm　breathed　inside。　Then　he　saw　that　the　windows　were　rolled　down　just
enough　to　let　out　any　telltale　warmth。　He　peered　inside；　but　saw　only　a　back　seat　heaped　with
more　rumpled　blankets。　Knife　in　hand；　he　opened　the　back　door。
“Se？orita？”　whispered　Salvador。
Beneath　the　blankets；　Vanessa　smiled；　thinking　it　was　Refugio’s　voice　whispering　to　her；　Refugio
delivered　to　her　by　Masarek；　as　promised。　The　muffling　blankets　were　no　impediment　to　her
silenced　。38。　She　aimed　as　she　had　practiced；　at　the　exact　center　of　the　open　door；　regretting
only　that　she　could　not　see　Refugio’s　leer　dissolve　into　horror　as　he　felt　death　tearing　at　his
body。
Vanessa　pulled　the　trigger　again　and　again。　Only　the　twitching　blankets　marked　the　silent　passage
of　bullets。　Salvador　reeled　backward；　fell；　and　felt　the　cold　surface　of　the　street　engulf　him。　He
reached　toward　the　blankets　as　though　to　warm　himself。　Then　he　felt　nothing　at　all。
Vanessa　waited　beneath　the　blankets；　holding　her　breath　and　counting　silently。　Nothing　moved
in　or　outside　the　car。　When　she　reached　thirty；　she　threw　aside　the　blankets　and　gulped　air
untainted　by　cordite　and　smoldering　wool。　All　she　could　see　of　the　man　who　had　whispered　to
her　was　a　broad；　blunt　hand　clenched　around　a　trailing　edge　of　blanket。
She　yanked　off　her　dark　scarf　with　her　left　hand　and　snapped　the　cloth　across　the　fingers　clinging
to　the　blanket。　There　was　no　flicker　of　response。　Deliberately；　she　raised　her　gun　and　fired　a　shot
through　the　hand。　It　twitched　from　the　bullet’s　impact；　but　did　not　bleed。　Dead。　She　kicked
aside　the　hand　and　squirmed　out　of　the　back　seat。
The　man　slumped　against　the　pavement　was　too　big；　too　broad；　too　thick。　Refugio　was　smaller。
She　turned　over　the　corpse　with　her　foot　and　looked　into　dead　eyes　that　were　not　Refugio’s。
Then　she　looked　up　the　street　at　the　pale　van　parked　neatly　along　the　curb。
Had　something　gone　wrong？　Had　Masarek　been　forced　to　kill　Refugio　himself？　Or　was　it
Masarek　who　was　dead　and　Refugio　alive？
Vanessa　shook　herself　impatiently。　Masarek　was　no　child　to　be　killed　by　Mexican　smugglers。
Nonetheless；　she　would　take　care　to　keep　a　car　between　herself　and　the　van　as　she　approached　it。
Refugio　swore　softly　as　the　woman’s　gold…white　hair　slipped　from　cover　to　cover　like　a　ghost。
He　had　been　watching　in　the　sideview　mirror　when　Salvador　fell　backward　out　of　the　car。
Refugio　could　not　tell　precisely　what　had　gone　wrong；　but　he　could　see　that　Salvador　was
certainly　hurt　and　probably　dead。　Refugio　also　knew　that　Kestrel　wanted　the　woman　alive。
Silently；　Refugio　rolled　down　the　window　on　the　passenger　side　of　the　car。　The　barrel　of　his　。45
scraped　on　metal　as　he　aimed　back　along　the　body　of　the　truck。　Kestrel　wanted　the　blonde　alive；
yes；　but　he　wanted　the　metal　even　more。　Refugio　knew　he　was　too　weak　to　take　a　live　prisoner
who　had　dispatched　Salvador　as　coolly　as　a　campesina　grinding　corn。　He　would　have　to　kill
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Vanessa。
Vanessa　darted　along　the　curb　to　the　cover　of　another　car。　Sweating；　Refugio　took　aim　carefully；
knowing　that　if　he　waited　any　longer；　she　would　be　behind　his　van　in　a　blind　spot。　His　finger；
slippery　with　sweat　and　blood；　took　slack　out　of　the　trigger。　He　exhaled　until　there　was　no　air
left　in　his　lungs；　then　held　very　still；　waiting　for　Vanessa’s　blond　head　to　appear　over　the　trunk　of
the　car　behind　the　van。
The　sound　of　Refugo’s　unsilenced　。45　shattered　the　early…morning　calm。　Glass　exploded　and
bullets　screamed　off　metal。　Ana　woke　up　in　a　rush　of　adrenaline；　disoriented　by　the　heavy　smell
of　roses；　thinking　she　was　a　child　again；　awakened　by　firecrackers　thrown　by　her　brothers　to
frighten　her。　Then　she　remembered　where　she　was；　and　why。
Three　more　shots　came；　sounds　so　loud　that　Ana　suppressed　a　scream　only　by　biting　her
knuckles。　She　desperately　hoped　that　the　shots　were　not　related　to　Refugio　or　Kestrel　and　hence
to　her；　but　she　knew　hope　was　false　and　fear　was　true。　Kestrel　was　far　away　and　she　was　here；
afraid。
She　eased　aside　the　curtain　and　stared　out　the　windshield。　At　first　she　saw　only　gray　light　and　fog
dripping　onto　the　pavement；　shining　in　the　middle　of　the　street。　Then　she　realized　that　it　was
glass；　not　moisture　glistening　on　concrete。　Halfway　up　the　block　stood　a　car；　its　door　open；
something　black　huddled　against　the　side。　Farther　up　the　street　was　a　car　with　darkness　where
windows　should　be；　and　something　black　huddled　against　the　back　of　the　car。
Shots　came　like　sharp　blows。
Vanessa　was　flattened　on　the　pavement；　shards　of　glass　winked　in　her　hair。　She　tasted　blood　and
fear　and　anger　all　at　once。　Her　silenced　gun　spat　several　times　before　it　was　empty。　She　had　used
too　many　bullets　on　the　man　who　should　have　been　Refugio。
She　knew　if　she　stayed　she　would　die。　She　knew　she　would　die　if　she　tried　to　get　the　uranium。　She
knew　Masarek　was　dead　as　certainly　as　if　she　had　killed　him　herself。　She　also　knew　how　far　it　was
to　the　border。　Many　things　could　happen；　many　people　could　die。　Refugio　would　be　one　of
them　–　if　she　could　get　out　of　this　rancid　gutter。
Vanessa　squirmed　backward　until　she　was　beneath　a　parked　car。　She　did　not　notice　the　macadam
tearing　her　hands　or　the　rivulets　of　blood　on　her　face　from　the　first　explosion　of　glass。　She　had
only　one　thought　in　her　mind：　The　man　who　had　killed　Masarek　was　trying　to　kill　her。
With　an　eel…like　motion；　she　squirmed　from　beneath　the　car；　feinted　toward　the　sidewalk；　then
spun　on　one　foot　as　a　shot　exploded　off　the　curb。　Instantly　she　crouched　over；　weaving　toward
the　green　car。
Refugio　swore　and　tried　again；　but　as　Vanessa　crossed　to　the　street　side　of　the　parked　cars；　she
put　the　back　of　the　van　across　Refugio’s　sights。　He　dragged　himself　over　to　the　driver’s　side　of
the　van。　Vanessa　was　already　inside　her　car。　He　heard　an　engine　rev；　tires　shrieked　on　moist
pavement。　She　turned　the　car　around　and　was　accelerating　away　from　him。　He　pulled　the　trigger
but　no　sound　came。　The　gun　was　empty。　He　reloaded；　but　it　was　too　late。　She　was　gone。
Ana　ducked　reflexively　as　Vanessa’s　car　careened　by；　then　looked　up　the　street　toward　the　van。
A　shout　rang　out　as　clear　as　a　shot。　Ana　looked　in　the　sideview　mirror。　Behind　her；　far　down　the
block；　an　old；　fat　man　in　a　gray　watchman’s　uniform　was　waving　his　arm　to　someone　behind
him。　The　watchman　must　have　realized　what　a　fine　target　he　made　on　the　suddenly　empty　street。
He　ducked　back　into　the　cover　of　the　brick　building　he　was　guarding。
Ana　wanted　to　follow　his　example；　to　retreat　like　a　snail　behind　a　protective　coil　of　shell。　She　did
not　want　to　climb　into　the　driver’s　seat；　start　the　van　and　drive　past　shattered　glass　up　to　the
laundry　truck。　She　did　not　want　to　do　anything　except　hide。　But　she　started　the　van　and　drove　up
to　the　laundry　truck　anyway。　Kestrel　had　taught　her　that　there　was　more　to　life　than　fear。
She　leaned　across　the　seat；　rolled　down　the　window　on　the　far　side；　and　called　out　softly：
“Refugio？”
If　Ana’s　hair　had　been　any　color　except　black；　she　would　have　died　in　Refugio’s　first　startled
reflex。　As　it　was；　Refugio　hesitated；　then　spoke　in　rapid　Spanish。
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“Ana？　Is　it　you；　Ana？”
“Yes。　How　are　you？”
It　was　not　an　idle　greeting。　Ana　was　concerned　by　the　thready　sound　of　Refugio’s　voice。
“Fine；”　Refugio　said；　lying。
Refugio　heaved　himself　over　the　seat　into　the　back　of　the　van；　swearing　volubly。　Sweating；　dizzy；
he　bent　over　the　two　canvas　bags　containing　the　uranium。　He　wanted　Ana’s　help　now；　but　she
was　only　a　woman；　if　she　saw　the　bloody　mess　inside　the　van；　she　might　run　away。　He　needed
her。　She　must　drive　for　him；　because　he　knew　that　the　pain　he　felt　now　was　nothing　to　what　he
would　feel　when　the　first　shock　of　being　wounded　wore　off。
“Refugio？”　said　Ana。　She　could　not　see　him；　could　only　hear　him。　“Do　you　need　help？”
Refugio　tried　to　pick　up　both　sacks　at　once；　but　could　not。　The　pieces　of　metal　thumped
together　in　their　sacks；　bounced；　then　rested　against　each　other；　separated　only　by　two　layers　of
canvas。　The　cloth　blushed　with　a　vague　blue　light。　The　heavier　sack　slipped　out