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“Who are you?”
“Jamal. I . . . I work for Albert, kind of. A bodyguard, like.”
The boy stood stiff, rigid, hand gripping the stock of his rifle too tightly. His other arm had been hurt.
“Why are you here, Jamal? Are you here to catch Drake?” She noticed a few feet of rope coiled and hung from Jamal’s belt. “I don’t think you can tie him up. He’s very dangerous.”
“I know that,” Jamal said. He was tugging the rope free.
Brittney suddenly understood why Jamal was there. She bolted.
Jamal ran after her.
“Don’t run or I have to shoot you,” Jamal cried.
He was faster than she was. Everyone was faster than Brittney. But he was fumbling one-handed with the rope and had to sling the gun over his shoulder. All Brittney had to do was run.
She burst into the town plaza. Not knowing what she was looking for, not consciously. But she found herself running up the stone steps toward the ruined church.
Jamal caught her on the steps, grabbed her hair, and yanked back. Her legs went out from under her and she fell hard on her back, slamming onto sharp-edged granite.
But Brittney no longer felt real pain. She had long since gone beyond pain.
Jamal tried to straddle her, but he tripped on the rope and she pushed away from him.
“Stop it!” Jamal yelled.
Brittney rolled down a couple of steps, climbed to her feet, and plowed straight back into Jamal. She knocked him aside and dashed past him.
The church roof had collapsed long ago. But a path had been cleared to the inside. The cross had been propped back upright, leaning a bit but still there, silver in the moonlight.
Brittney ran toward the cross, tripped on debris, and slammed into a pew.
Jamal was on her in a flash, cursing, fumbling, trying to grab her, swat away her punching hands, trying to get the rope around her.
“No! No! No!” Brittney shouted.
Jamal punched her in the side of the head.
Brittney blinked and punched back. She kicked and flailed and punched as well as she could from her position half beneath a pew. And Jamal kicked her back viciously.
But Jamal could still feel pain. He backed away suddenly, eyes wild and dripping sweat. He leveled the rifle at her.
“I don’t want to shoot you,” Jamal pleaded.
“You can’t kill me,” Brittney said and got heavily to her feet.
“I know. Drake told me you’d say that. But I can blow up your face and then you won’t be better right away. That’s what he said. He told me to shoot you right in the face and tie you up.”
“I wish you could kill me,” Brittney said. And then, in a loud voice, trying to shout at heaven, she cried, “Jesus, I am in your house. I am in the house of the Lord begging you for death!”
“Just let me tie you up,” Jamal pleaded. “He’ll whip me if I don’t.” There were tears running down his face and Brittney felt sorry for him. They were both bound to Drake, unable to get away from him.
Jamal aimed the gun at her face.
“Don’t,” Brittney said. “We have to fight Drake, we have to get help. Sam. He has to burn Drake to ashes and scatter the ashes in the ocean.”
“Please don’t make me do this,” Jamal pleaded.
