Amanda Doucette Mystery 3-Book Bundle. Barbara Fradkin
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scared. They took the other boat and I thought they were coming after us, so I drove as fast as the boat would go. Dad said to go straight to the Grenfell Hospital in St. Anthony. Straight up the coast. But I —” he gulped “— I crashed it. Didn’t see the rocks. I got him ashore, I got him to the woods, but I couldn’t … I couldn’t … I couldn’t save him.”
A shudder began deep in his core and rose and rose. He howled. A raw, primal wail of pain. Again and again, until tears came and he sobbed as if he’d never stop.
A dozen questions clamoured in Amanda’s mind. Who were the fugitives and what were they running from? Did it have to do with the angry Greek Phil had met at the Fisherman’s Dory Café in Anchor Point? Did Phil know about the dead body found in the ocean, or the wrecked lifeboat near Grandois? All this, and possibly more questions she hadn’t thought of yet. But she stifled them all. Now was not the time. Even when his tears stopped, Tyler lay quietly, too exhausted to speak.
A damp autumn wind was sweeping in from the east, chilling them both. She looked uneasily at the sky through the lace of overhead boughs. Tatters of deep blue still peeked through the afternoon sky, but the clouds looked bruised. Was it going to pour? She gave Tyler a reassuring squeeze and extricated herself.
“I’m afraid it’s going to rain. We need to cover some ground before it gets dark,” she said. “Get away from this camp and find some shelter. I want to try to reach the coast.”
He didn’t move. “I’m sorry I got you into so much trouble, Amanda.”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be lost in the middle of the forest.”
“You think I’d leave you to fend for yourself with a horde of bad guys on your tail? We’re in this together, Ty. Always have been, ever since those days in Cambodia when you used to ride on my handlebars down to market. Remember that?”
“That was to get me out of my mother’s hair.”
She looked at him in surprise. From the mouths of babes. Tyler had always been a chatterbox, and ever since he’d been able to string two words together, he’d craved someone to talk to. They had all taken turns. She hugged him. “I loved those rides, you made me see things through such fresh eyes. Everything was an adventure to you, even a hot, dusty, tedious trip into town.” She extended her hand to haul him to his feet. “So come on. No more silliness about being a burden, okay? Together we’re getting out of this.”
He rose on unsteady legs and began to trudge after her. Head bowed and feet dragging. “But I know I wasn’t supposed to come on this trip. This was for you and Dad, to help Dad get his head straight.”
“Is that what your father said?”
“It was what Mum said. He was grumpy all the time, and sometimes he’d take off and come back hours later, drunk. They yelled at each other all the time.” He paused. “Actually, she yelled and most of the time he didn’t answer. That made her yell even more.”
She laid a hand on his shoulder. “It’s been a rough year for your dad, Tyler.”
He shrugged her off. “He didn’t want to be cheered up. Even on this trip. He promised we’d have fun, see whales and Vikings and stuff. That’s why he said I should come! So we could have some fun together after all those grumpy months.”
“You mean you, him, and me?”
“He said we’d meet you later. He wanted some time just with me first.”
Amanda pondered this in silence. They were making slow progress through the forest, picking their way around rocks and over deadfall. She kept a close eye on the sun to ensure they kept going in a vaguely eastern direction.
Had Phil really intended to leave her dangling when she arrived in Newfoundland? Wondering where he was and where they were supposed to meet up? Or had he simply lost track of time? He was Mr. Unreliable, after all.
“Where were you supposed to meet me?” she asked casually.
“I don’t know. I don’t think Dad did, either. Maybe up at the Viking settlement. He said he was looking for a really great campsite. But every day he got grumpier and grumpier.” Tyler fell silent and his pace slowed. He poked at a fern in his path. “I think I got on his nerves.”
Amanda paused to wait for him. “Everything got on his nerves, Ty, but he was never happier than when he was with you.”
“Then why did he go off looking for those stupid terrorists?” he burst out. “He forgot all about the Vikings and our boat tour and just kept chasing after them!”
“What do you mean?”
“Ever since he met that guy in the pub, he hardly paid any attention to me. Even in St. Anthony, we were supposed to be going on a boat tour, but all he wanted to do was talk to some shrimp-boat captain about the workers on his ship.”
Tyler had stopped altogether now, and stood red-faced and clench-fisted behind her. “He thought the terrorists were in danger, and look what happened. They fucking killed him!”
He hurled the curse into the air, shocking them both. They stared at each other, and in the silence, Amanda heard Kaylee’s growl. She had been so caught up in the conversation that she had paid no attention to the dog.
The growl startled Amanda back to the present. The sun had disappeared and a strong, musty wind was blowing in from the north, rattling the spruce boughs. Kaylee was facing into the wind, her hackles raised and her nostrils flaring.
Amanda held up her hand to silence Tyler. Her eyes strained to see through the dense brush and her ears sifted the silence. She heard the cracking of twigs and the furtive swish of leaves coming from the side. Kaylee whirled around and took off, barking. Amanda bit back a shout and motioned to Tyler to get down. She pulled him behind a large boulder and crouched beside him.
A rifle shot rang out, followed by a howl of pain. Kaylee! No! She wanted to scream, perhaps she did. Guttural shouts erupted, and instantly the forest came alive with threat, with screams of pain, the sweet scent of blood and gunpowder, the eye-watering smoke of burning huts.
Not again! Not now!
She clutched Tyler to her in an iron grip. He squirmed, staring at her with wide eyes. Branches cracked as the killers raced forward, shouting over one another in a chaotic din.
Before she could think, she was on her feet and dragging Tyler with her. Ducking low, she bulldozed through the brush, weaving around trees and leaping over deadfall. Behind her she heard crashing, but she didn’t dare look back. Didn’t dare think. About the deadly hordes, the flashing knives, the bloodied dog left behind …
Tears streamed down her cheeks, blurring the forest ahead and blinding her to the branches that raked her skin. Her legs cramped in pain, but she forced them on. A sharp spruce bough slammed into her, spinning her around and hurling her to the ground. She lay stunned, gasping air into her paralyzed lungs. Her tears evaporated. Must get up! She groped through the moss and ferns for Tyler’s hand, and closed, finally, on his warm, moist fingers. Still safe!
When she strained her ears for the sounds of their pursuers, she heard shouts that were too close for safety. “We have to keep moving!” she whispered, scrambling to her feet.
They raced blindly through the forest, panting up a ridge and windmilling down the ravine on the other side. At the bottom, a small creek carved a deep crevice through the valley. She splashed across it with Tyler right on her heels. He hadn’t said a word, but she could hear him sobbing for breath. He’s exhausted, starving, and traumatized, she thought. We have to find a hiding place.
Facing a steep embankment, she skidded to a stop to take her bearings. The creek tumbled through the ravine, and although she could hear nothing over the sibilant rush of water, she knew the killers couldn’t be far behind.
Tyler was bent over, sucking huge gulps of air into his lungs.