Killer Cargo. Dana Mentink

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      Cy nodded in approval. “He’s got a good appetite. Speaking of which, I think you said you hadn’t had more than doughnuts. I’ll just warm up some soup and bread. Will that suit?”

      She nodded, mouth watering.

      “I’ve learned your fuzzy friend’s name, but I still haven’t met you properly.” He held out a hand. “Cy Sheridan, as I said before.”

      She put her hand in his. “Maria de Silva.”

      “Maria. That’s a lovely name. Maria what?”

      “Maria Francesca Joaquin de Silva.”

      He laughed. “Maria, it is. Well, Miss Maria, not meaning to be forward here, but perhaps I could loan you some dry clothes?”

      “Oh, I’m fine. Thanks, though.”

      “You can’t be too comfortable.”

      “How do you know that?”

      His cheeks darkened. “Well, forgive me for saying so but you’re soaked to the bone.”

      She noticed for the first time how her soggy clothes were creating a puddle on the floor. It was her turn to blush. Meekly, she followed him down the hallway, past a room filled with empty aquariums and cardboard boxes.

      Cy led her to a tiny bedroom with a cot and a wooden trunk crammed in the corner. He opened the trunk and fished around until he came up with a pink sweat suit.

      She watched him smooth the fabric as if he was soothing a small child.

      “You may as well wear this. It does no good in a box when there’s a person who could use warming up.” He coughed. “Er, I’ll go see to that soup.”

      Maria stripped off her wet clothes and laid them over the metal cot frame to dry. Then she pulled on the outfit. It smelled slightly of cedar and the whole getup was about two sizes too big and definitely not her color. Still, she was grateful to have something soft and dry against her chilled skin. As she rolled up the sleeves she wondered about the previous owner of the pink garments.

      In the kitchen Cy stood over a pot of bubbling soup. He dished up two bowls of the creamy brew and put them on the table. When he saw Maria his expression changed. Was it sadness that shimmered in those hazel eyes?

      He cleared his throat. “So the clothes will work? They’re on the large side, but they’ll be okay?”

      “Yes. Thank you for loaning them to me.”

      He busied himself setting spoons on the table. “Best to put things to good use. Sit down. Let’s get something in you besides junk.”

      Her mouth watered as she sniffed the soup. “It smells great.”

      Cy smiled and bowed his head to pray. Maria did the same.

      “Heavenly Father, we thank You for this humble meal and for the warmth of the fire. May You use it to strengthen and nourish our bodies and souls. In Jesus’ precious name, Amen.”

      Maria added a silent thought. And thank You, God, for keeping me and Hank alive this far.

      The soup was divine, a thick creamy collection of vegetables and noodles. She ate greedily, trying not to slurp. “This is wonderful.”

      “They say hunger is the best seasoning. It’s just all the dribs and drabs left over from the week cooked together.”

      “It reminds me of ensopado. Have you ever had it?”

      He shook his head. “Can’t say as I have.”

      “It’s a thick chicken soup with a little taste of lime. My mother makes it all the time. She learned from my grandma.” She licked the last drop from her spoon. “I don’t suppose I could…”

      Without a word he went to the stove and refilled her bowl. As she settled in to eat, he leaned back in his chair. “Suppose, Maria Francesca Joaquin de Silva, now that you’re warm and not quite so hungry, that you tell me how you wound up at One Word?”

      “Where?”

      “One Word. That’s the name of my property.”

      “Why do you call it One Word?”

      “I’ll tell you sometime, but for now, why don’t you do the talking? I’d like to know who I’m eating with.” He wasn’t smiling anymore.

      Maria’s heart thudded. Marty the Murderer didn’t believe her story, so why would this man? “Well, uh, I’m a pilot, you see.”

      His eyes brightened. “Really? Stew is a pilot. You two can talk shop on that subject.”

      She tried to read his expression. Was he testing her? Did he think she was lying already? The thought made her bridle. “I own a small plane and I make my living shuttling cargo. I poked around and found something I shouldn’t have.”

      He nodded for her to continue.

      “It was, er, contraband. I decided to get out of there and I wound up here.”

      “I see. So that wild blue excuse for a car is yours then?”

      “Er, no. I borrowed it from a guy named Jacko at the airport. It belongs to his cousin Duke who’s in jail.”

      “All right. You borrowed a car. How did you wind up here?”

      “I was sort of in a hurry, and I lost all sense of direction. I fell asleep at the wheel.” There. That was the truth, ridiculous as it sounded.

      He pulled her cell phone from his pocket. “I forgot to tell you. I found your phone in the car. Looks like you have a dead battery. Go get your charger, and I’ll plug it in for you.”

      She snatched the phone from his fingers. “No, no. That’s okay. You don’t need to do that.”

      Something flickered in his eyes. “Why not?”

      The heat rose to her cheeks. She forced the words out of her throat. “I…um…don’t want to take any calls right now.”

      “You don’t want someone to find you?”

      She sighed. He would have to know and if he decided to kick her out, so be it. She’d take Hank and hit the road on foot. Slowly she nodded. “I’m sort of anxious to get away from someone who, um, is pretty eager to find me. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

      He looked at her for a long time, the shifting fire casting odd shadows on his face. “Yes. I think this would be a good time for you to tell me the rest of the story.”

      “The…rest of the story?”

      “Yes, Miss Maria, and don’t leave out the explanation of the bullet holes in your windshield.” He locked eyes with hers. “I’m especially interested in that part.”

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