J.D. Trafford - Michael Collins 03 - No Time To Hide by J.D. Trafford
Authors: J.D. Trafford
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pounded the steering wheel.
Some in the crowd disagreed, but he didn’t listen.
“Don’t you see? Don’t you see what I can accomplish when you let me think.? You have to trust me sometimes.” He shouted at them to be quiet. “Just let me get further away. Then I’ll stop.”
He turned onto the main highway, and he drove a half-mile further and then pulled over. He looked at the darkening sky. The fire continued to burn.
It had been a good morning.
After waiting for Michael Collins to return, the crowd had wanted to attack the lawyer in his hut. But he was too smart for that. The crowd was impatient, but he knew there’d be a better opportunity.
Collins didn’t know he was there. Collins didn’t know he was in danger.
The explosion was huge, bigger than the one he had watched on YouTube, better than the website promised.
He savored the moment, but felt a little sad that it was over so quickly. He had thought it would be more of a challenge, especially after the debacle with Father Stiles.
He yelled at the crowd again. “I want to hear some congratulations! I want to hear some praise from you.”
He smiled.
Michael Collins and Andie Larone were dead.
He was sure of it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It took ten minutes for the Sunset’s bar to collapse upon itself. Flames shot up a hundred feet. The air had turned thick and gray. Unlike Cancun or even Playa del Carmen, there was nobody to call. Nobody was going to come and put out the fire.
Michael could only watch it burn.
Kermit was assigned the task of keeping the resort’s guests from getting too close. Michael stayed away from all of them. He was worried that if he was forced to talk to the guests, there was a good chance he would kill the first person who requested a refund.
Instead, Michael limped through the rest of the resort with a fire extinguisher, inspecting the series of other huts and the resort’s odd scramble of buildings. He looked for a stray ember, trying to prevent another one from catching on fire and figuring out what he should do.
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When there was nothing left except a pile of charred wood and debris, Michael handed his fire extinguisher to Kermit.
“Keep an eye on things. I’m checking on Andie.”
Kermit cocked his head to the side. “She gonna be fine?”
“Just a cut,” Michael said. “Could’ve been worse. We happened to be in the doorway, and I smelled the gas. Managed to pull us out a few feet before it went up.”
“Then go.” Kermit puffed out his chest, trying to look tough. “I got it under control, muchacho.”
The adrenaline had worn off and Michael started to feel the damage. His arms were red and raw from the sudden burst of heat, probably first-degree burns. His neck and lower back were sore from being snapped forward in the explosion, and his ankle was twisted and swollen from when he had turned and grabbed Andie.
The further he walked away, the more beaten he felt. The currents were pulling him under. People and the things that he loved were getting hurt again.
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Michael found Andie sitting alone on ‘The Point,’ a rocky peninsula that curved off the Sunset Resort’s shoreline and out into the water a hundred yards.
Andie sat o n a beach towel, leaning back against a large boulder. Her face and clothes were dirty. She held a large white bandage with a little bit of dried blood in the middle. Occasionally, Andie touched her forehead with the bandage, using it to check to see if her cut was still closed or had started bleeding again.
“Need a beer?” Michael sat down beside her. He put his hand on her knee.
The edge of her lip curled slightly into a smile.
“You’re trying to be cute now? ” Andie looked up at the sky. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.” She sniffed.
“About being cute?” Michael picked up a handful of rocks, letting the smaller stones and sand sift through his fingers while he retained the larger ones. They sat in silence for
Some in the crowd disagreed, but he didn’t listen.
“Don’t you see? Don’t you see what I can accomplish when you let me think.? You have to trust me sometimes.” He shouted at them to be quiet. “Just let me get further away. Then I’ll stop.”
He turned onto the main highway, and he drove a half-mile further and then pulled over. He looked at the darkening sky. The fire continued to burn.
It had been a good morning.
After waiting for Michael Collins to return, the crowd had wanted to attack the lawyer in his hut. But he was too smart for that. The crowd was impatient, but he knew there’d be a better opportunity.
Collins didn’t know he was there. Collins didn’t know he was in danger.
The explosion was huge, bigger than the one he had watched on YouTube, better than the website promised.
He savored the moment, but felt a little sad that it was over so quickly. He had thought it would be more of a challenge, especially after the debacle with Father Stiles.
He yelled at the crowd again. “I want to hear some congratulations! I want to hear some praise from you.”
He smiled.
Michael Collins and Andie Larone were dead.
He was sure of it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It took ten minutes for the Sunset’s bar to collapse upon itself. Flames shot up a hundred feet. The air had turned thick and gray. Unlike Cancun or even Playa del Carmen, there was nobody to call. Nobody was going to come and put out the fire.
Michael could only watch it burn.
Kermit was assigned the task of keeping the resort’s guests from getting too close. Michael stayed away from all of them. He was worried that if he was forced to talk to the guests, there was a good chance he would kill the first person who requested a refund.
Instead, Michael limped through the rest of the resort with a fire extinguisher, inspecting the series of other huts and the resort’s odd scramble of buildings. He looked for a stray ember, trying to prevent another one from catching on fire and figuring out what he should do.
###
When there was nothing left except a pile of charred wood and debris, Michael handed his fire extinguisher to Kermit.
“Keep an eye on things. I’m checking on Andie.”
Kermit cocked his head to the side. “She gonna be fine?”
“Just a cut,” Michael said. “Could’ve been worse. We happened to be in the doorway, and I smelled the gas. Managed to pull us out a few feet before it went up.”
“Then go.” Kermit puffed out his chest, trying to look tough. “I got it under control, muchacho.”
The adrenaline had worn off and Michael started to feel the damage. His arms were red and raw from the sudden burst of heat, probably first-degree burns. His neck and lower back were sore from being snapped forward in the explosion, and his ankle was twisted and swollen from when he had turned and grabbed Andie.
The further he walked away, the more beaten he felt. The currents were pulling him under. People and the things that he loved were getting hurt again.
###
Michael found Andie sitting alone on ‘The Point,’ a rocky peninsula that curved off the Sunset Resort’s shoreline and out into the water a hundred yards.
Andie sat o n a beach towel, leaning back against a large boulder. Her face and clothes were dirty. She held a large white bandage with a little bit of dried blood in the middle. Occasionally, Andie touched her forehead with the bandage, using it to check to see if her cut was still closed or had started bleeding again.
“Need a beer?” Michael sat down beside her. He put his hand on her knee.
The edge of her lip curled slightly into a smile.
“You’re trying to be cute now? ” Andie looked up at the sky. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.” She sniffed.
“About being cute?” Michael picked up a handful of rocks, letting the smaller stones and sand sift through his fingers while he retained the larger ones. They sat in silence for
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