She clipped the machete to her own belt. "There," she said, patting it. "I guess I'm ready now for just about anything."
"I know you've got to have a radio somewhere. Get it." Molinas opened the third drawer of the huge desk and pulled out a small black radio.
"Get the plane here, now."
We all watched him set a frequency and listened to his rapid Spanish, some of which I couldn't make out.
He looked up when he finished. "I didn't betray you," he said.
Savich walked to where Sherlock was sitting on the floor, Laura holding her hand. He bent down and picked her up. "Let's get out of here."
"You'd better pray that the Cessna comes," I said against Molina's ear.
"It will come," he said. I saw him glance back at the radio.
He didn't look happy.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
We reached the airstrip at about five-thirty in the morning, according to the watch I'd taken from Molinas. The half-moon was fading quickly, but still hanging on, and behind it a few scattered stars dotted the gray sky. The mountains in the distance looked like ghosts, stretched up into broad sword shapes, others hunched over, all of them unearthly in the vague dawn light. There would soon be enough light to use the airstrip. Three days ago, I thought, we were in Edgerton, Oregon, buying sandwiches from Grace's Deli.
The silence was profound, just the crunch of our boots on the rocky.ground. The rain forest began not a hundred yards to our left, stretching up the flank of the distant eastern mountains. The compound was directly behind us. If anyone was following us, they were staying out of sight. I thought of snipers and moved closer to Molinas. I hoped we covered the others' backs well enough so if there were snipers, they'd be afraid to shoot for fear of hitting Molinas.
When we reached the edge of the airstrip, the sky was a soft gray, with strips of pink streaking to the east. There was no cover. We crouched down against the stark landscape, still too well silhouetted for anyone with a gun.
Savich turned, a black eyebrow raised. "The rain forest begins right over there? Yet it's hot and barren here. How can that be?"
"It's called deforestation," Molinas said. "The people are very poor."
"Mac and I were already in there," Laura said. "It's incredibly beautiful but the humidity strangles you, and there are so many creatures you can hear but can't see, it's also terrifying. I'm grateful we don't have to go back in."
Sherlock laughed, shaky, but it was a real laugh. "I think I just need to kill Marlin again. I can hear his laughter, his shouting. I'm just going to kill him. I'll see if he can come back from the dead a second time."
"Yes, kill him," Savich said, looking directly into her eyes. "Kill him again, Sherlock. You're the only one who can do it. You did it before, you can do it again. Kill him and kick him a couple of times, then come back to me and stay. I need you here."
"I need you too, Dillon," she said and closed her eyes. The look on Savich's face was terrifying. I gripped his shoulder.
It was in that moment that I knew Jilly had been taking the drug when she went over the cliff. I'd been there with her and the drug had driven her mad, just like Sherlock. When she'd discovered Laura was a DEA agent, that she'd been betrayed, she'd been haunted by Laura in her mind. She hadn't been able to bear it. And that's why she'd driven her Porsche off the cliff.
I looked over at Laura. She was still staring toward the eastern mountains, not moving, just staring. I wanted to tell her that everything would be all right, but there was something about the way she was focused on those mountains, her silence, that kept me quiet. Laura had it together. She was fine. I smiled at her, knowing in my gut that this woman I'd known for less than a week would decide that living with me was better than living without me.
We tried to limit our risks. We sat closely pressed together, Molinas facing back toward the compound.
I didn't think any of his men could have gotten beyond us, but I couldn't be sure.
A small plane was coming in, the buzz of its engine sounding rough. I saw Savich frowning at that sound, looking toward the mountains. In a couple of minutes, a sleek little Cessna 310 appeared over the top of the closest peak, banked sharply, and started in to land, the sunrise a halo around it.
I didn't like the sound it was making-the engines sputtering, missing, as if barely hanging on.
Had Molinas screwed us?
I was turning to him when suddenly two helicopters burst over the mountains.
"My God," Savich said, shading his eyes, "they're McDonnell Douglas-Apaches, AH-64 Apaches.
They're ours. They've got an M23 °Chain Gun, Hellfire missiles, and a stinger. Down! Everybody, DOWN!"
We all hit the ground. In a blink one of the Apaches fired on the Cessna. The small plane sputtered above the ground. I saw two men inside, one of them screaming. I watched the plane explode, showering debris into the dawn sky. Twisting shards of metal, parts of the engine, the seats, one of them holding what had been a man still strapped in, scattered over the airstrip and the land around it. A part of a wing crashed into the ground not twenty feet from us.
"Jesus," Savich said. "Good old USA Apaches. What the hell are they doing here?"
"Somehow they must have found out where we were." Laura was yelling at the Apaches, waving her arms. I held Molinas close.
I looked up at the helicopters. They came closer and hovered, making no move to land.
Oh, God. "Laura," I shouted, "get away from there! Run!"
Without warning, they fired on us.
"The rain forest!" I grabbed Molinas and shoved him ahead of me. They came around again, firing, the hail of bullets kicking up dirt all around us. We made the rain forest, barely. Then I realized the last thing we needed was Molinas holding us back. He'd betrayed us.
I jerked him around and yelled in his face, "You damned bastard!"
"I didn't betray you." He was panting now. "You saw them. They shot down the Cessna. One of my men must have radioed Del Cabrizo and told him you were escaping. The cartel ordered it. I didn't."
"That makes me feel a whole lot better," I said. "Well, you can stay and talk to him about it." I shoved him down behind a tree, took off his belt, and tied his hands behind him to the skinny tree. I ripped off his very nice Italian silk shirt and stuffed it into his mouth, tying the rest behind his head.
"You'd better pray they don't think you're disposable. That's about the only thing that would save both of you."
I turned away from him and shouted, "Savich, we're heading north. Keep going, but veer to your left, to the west." Thank God it was light enough now to see where we were going. Northwest, we had to go northwest. Molina's soldiers would be searching for him and then come after us.
Savich nodded, holding Sherlock close. I looked at Laura, wondering why she hadn't come to help me.
She was standing about ten feet from me, not moving. I watched her weave where she stood, then drop one of the AK-47s.
"Laura?"
I heard the Apaches overhead, incredibly loud, heard their automatic weapons firing into the forest.
Chances were that only an incredibly lucky shot would find us through that thick, nearly impenetrable canopy overhead. But given how our luck had gone so far, I didn't want to take any chances.
"Laura?" I yelled again. "Come on! We've got to hurry. I'll take the other weapon. What the hell's wrong?" She didn't answer. I saw her lean back against a tree, gripping her shoulder.
"Laura?"
"Just a minute, Mac." Her eyes were closed, her teeth gritted.