Desperate Escape. Lisa Harris

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      She glanced at the simple structure behind her. As a doctor, part of her wanted to help these people no matter who they were. She drew in a deep breath of smoke-tinged air. Patients needed to be checked on, beds needed to be changed and washed and fresh rehydration solution made and distributed.

      But the other part of her simply wanted to run.

      Which meant any risk they had to take in leaving this place was a risk she was willing to take. But until then, she’d continue treating her patients.

      She signaled to one of the guards that she needed Grant’s and Antonio’s help and then gave them instructions on how to mix up another batch of the rehydration formula.

      “Is her baby okay?” Grant asked, washing his hands in the boiled water Maddie set in front of him and Antonio.

      “So far there are no signs of the cholera.”

      “That’s good.”

      “It is.” She handed him a clean plastic container for the mixture and then pressed the keys into the palm of his hand. “But that’s not all she wanted.”

      The question in Grant’s eyes vanished as he realized what she’d given him. “Where did she get these?”

      “I didn’t ask.”

      “But you trust her?”

      “We have to. I helped save her son. Now she believes she owes me a debt.”

      “If they catch us escaping, they will kill us,” he said.

      Maddie paused. “According to Silvia, they will kill us anyway.”

      * * *

      Around half past four the next morning, Grant clutched the keys to the Jeep in his hand as they made their way out of the camp. He’d insisted they each take turns sleeping a couple hours before they left. But instead of getting any rest, he’d watched Maddie toss and turn on the thin mat, knowing that if she wasn’t awake thinking of their escape, she was dreaming about it.

      Now, with the sunrise still a couple of hours away, thunderclouds continued to roll in above them, blotting out the moon and stars and casting their early morning escape in darkness. He was praying the blackness of the night would work to their advantage.

      Pressing his hand lightly against the small of Maddie’s back, he guided her along the edges of the compound toward the south wall, with Antonio and Ana following right behind them. Except for the hum of an insect and the occasional howl of some nocturnal creature in the distance, silence surrounded them. A guard dozed beside the orange embers of the fire that had yet to go out, unaware his prisoners had just slipped past him.

      Twenty yards ahead, something rustled to their left. Grant stopped and held up his hand for them to wait as he searched the darkness for another guard in front of them. He’d studied their patterns and come to the conclusion that they must be more lax when Oumar was gone. Though, in reality, there was little need for tight security. Even beyond these walls there was nothing but more jungles that eventually led to the white sands of the island’s shoreline. And no real presence of the law until one reached the mainland.

      Not seeing anyone, he nodded for them to continue. He couldn’t help but wonder—not for the first time—if Oumar’s wife was leading them into a trap. But he knew he had to trust Maddie’s instincts. And the motivations of a mother who’d almost lost her child tonight.

      “You okay?” he asked her as they paused at the unguarded wall.

      “I will be, once we make it out of here.”

      He caught the fear in her voice, and knew her heart must be pounding and her adrenaline pumping. He wished he could simply whisk her away to safety in Colton’s airplane, as he’d planned, but now even once they distanced themselves from the compound this wouldn’t be over. He had to find a way to get her off this island.

      He pressed his hand against her back for reassurance. “We’re almost there.”

      On the other side of the wall, they hurried toward the place Silvia had told them to go. There were no signs of any of the guards. No signs that anyone had even noticed their middle-of-the-night escape.

      The Jeep was where she told them it would be. Now all they had to do was get out of here and make it across the island to the ferry.

      Grant slipped into the driver’s seat and attempted to start the engine while Maddie got Ana settled into the backseat.

      The engine sputtered and choked, trying to start. Nothing. His heart raced. Someone was going to hear his attempts.

      “What’s wrong?” Antonio asked, climbing into the front passenger seat.

      Grant turned the key again. “I don’t know. It’s not starting.”

      “Try it again,” Antonio said.

      “I am.”

      He glanced into the rearview mirror and started praying. Ironic how catastrophes quickly brought people to their knees. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d prayed this much.

      “Do you see anyone out there?” Grant asked.

      Antonio studied the darkness around them. “No. Not yet.”

      Grant tried a fourth time. The engine sputtered and then roared to life. Letting out a whoosh of air, he shifted the car into first and turned on the vehicle’s parking lights. Half a tank of gas should easily get them all the way to the ferry crossing.

      “Antonio?” he said, stepping on the gas and heading down the rutted path that led away from the compound. “I might be the driver, but you’re going to have to help me find our way out of here.”

      “There’s a dirt road up ahead to your right. According to the map I have, it will take us across the island lengthwise, and we’ll end up at the port, where we can try to catch the ferry.”

      There were no guarantees. He knew that. But that didn’t stop him from feeling the weight of responsibility for everyone in the car pulling on him. Because the variables of this escape were too numerous to count. They’d be driving through a drug-trafficking hub that had no law and for the moment no way for them to communicate with the outside world.

      “What about land mines?” Maddie asked, adding another worry to his growing list. “After last night...”

      “If we stay on the dirt roads we should be okay,” Antonio said.

      Grant wanted to laugh. Calling this a road was a joke. He double-checked to ensure the car was in four-wheel drive. The vehicle bounced under them as he fought the loose sand in order to stay on the narrow path without running into a bush or a tree. Which meant he couldn’t go faster than ten miles an hour. And even at that slow speed, with no shock absorbers to cushion the deep ruts, they could feel every bump beneath them.

      “How long?” Maddie asked.

      Grant glanced at the backseat where she sat with Ana’s head resting in her lap, while holding on to the armrest with her free hand, knowing she was worried about her СКАЧАТЬ