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And he was holding a gigantic knife.
“You are looking for me.”
“No, I’m not,” I lied. “Just going for a stroll through downtown Marrakech.”
“You came for me.”
I flicked where my hat should have been and grinned. “Actually, I came for the hat. We don’t have anything like this by us. I was thinking of opening a shop back at home.”
“You came to kill me.”
“Kill?” I laughed. “Why would I kill you? Look, I came, I drank some fine water—out of a glass,” I snorted. “Who would pay for the upcharge for a bottle, am I right?”
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Anyone who doesn’t want to get diarrhea.”
“Diarrhea? How can you get diarrhea from water?” This was not a smart man if he thought I was going to fall for that line. He was trying to trick me.
He smiled slightly, almost laughing at me. And that’s when I remembered all those stories about poor drinking water in Africa. He might have a point. And the longer I stood there, the more I felt my tummy rumble. It had to be psychological. I couldn’t worry about that right now. I had to get out before my cover was blown.
“You come with me.”
He went to grab my arm, but I took a step back, pointing my umbrella at him. “I don’t think so.”
“It wasn’t a request.”
He looked behind me, whistling and jerking his head at what I could only assume were other men. Not that I could look right now.
“Fellas,” I grinned. “I think we can work something out.”
“The time to work something out has passed.”
He lunged at me with his knife and I held up the umbrella between both hands, blocking his strike. He glared at me with evil eyes, then spun away, swinging his knife at me. I blocked the hit, turning just once to spot the other assailants. Three more came at me, all armed to the teeth. I spun over to the umbrella stand and grabbed a second, twirling it in the air and punching it at the first man to attack.
I stood between them, armed with umbrellas in both hands as I fought them in a fake sword fight. One of the men to my left ran at me, flipping through the air over my head and landing on my other side. There just weren’t enough umbrellas in the world to take out these men like this. But luck, it would seem, was on my side. The man ran at me, his arm held high as he was about to strike.
In a last ditch effort, I rammed the umbrella at him, poking him in the eye. He screamed, falling to his knees as blood poured from the socket. And then I saw the eyeball slip free, dangling only by the nerves still attached. One of the men turned and puked, giving me ample time to take him out. I slammed the umbrella right into his buttocks, then grimaced at the grisly scream that left his lips. I immediately dropped the umbrella, not wanting what was on the other end anywhere near me.
I was grabbed from behind, a knife pressed to my throat. The man I was after approached me from the front, smiling as he twirled his devious mustache.
“So, you think you can fool me.” He held up the milk carton. “Mr. Helmer. You are not as sly as you think.”
“I just came for the culture, mister.”
“And I just came for the entertainment,” he grinned.
Movement above us drew my attention just long enough to give me hope. A monkey jumped from the rafters, landing on the man’s head. He screamed as the monkey’s claw dug into his face. Then he jumped off the man’s head, leaving a bloody trail of claw marks behind. I turned my umbrella and slammed it back into the man’s gut. He released me and doubled over, giving me the prime opportunity to take him out. I flipped over his back and stretched the umbrella across his throat, holding tight as I choked him out.
His legs kicked out, desperate to hit me, and his hands clawed at the umbrella. There was no hope for him. He was a goner. Meanwhile, the man I was tailing took off, leaving me with only two options. I could chase him or stay and ensure there was only one man after me. The man ran through the market, knocking over stalls as he held his hand to his face to staunch the blood flow.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the man I was holding passed out. Either that or died. I didn’t care at the moment. I released him from my grip and ran after my target. With only an umbrella to defend myself, I knew today was the wrong day to leave my gun at home.
11
FOX
“You’re Indiana Jones!”I exclaimed, totally blown away by his story. “The monkey, Marrakech…it’s unrealistic.”
He frowned at me. “Which part?”
