Enigma (FBI Thriller #21)(39)
“Your heel hurt?”
Not like Jacobson cared, the stupid ass. “Yeah, real bad.”
“Let me take a look.” Elena squatted beside him, waited until he got his sock off, thinking he was whining like a little girl until she lifted his foot onto her thigh. It looked much worse than it had that morning. It was nasty now, raw and open, probably infected. Not good. Elena called to Jacobson to give her the first-aid kit.
She dabbed on more antibiotic cream and flattened down the last three gauze bandages. He moaned a couple of times, stiffened up. She took a new white T-shirt out of his backpack, used her Ka-Bar to cut it into strips. Then she doubled two strips and stretched them like an Ace bandage around his foot and heel, tight as she could, tying it at his ankle. She gave him four aspirin, handed him his canteen. She watched him pop the aspirin, lean back against the warm rock, and close his eyes. She’d done the best she could, but she had to face it—Liam wouldn’t be hiking anywhere. And that meant she and Jacobson wouldn’t, either. She didn’t have a problem with lying around for a while, after all, they were in no hurry.
Elena rose and looked around her. Bethel Ridge was a magnificent spot. It was a clear day and she could see miles and miles in all directions, mostly tree-covered hills and creeks winding like ribbons through the land. Farther in the distance she saw a few small white houses and horses grazing in pastures. They’d stopped under a small stand of trees for shade against the bright afternoon sun. Too bad they couldn’t stay here, but Elena knew they couldn’t. They’d have to make their way down to Clover Bottom Creek and camp in the trees until Liam’s heel dried up. They’d be protected there, no one would see them. Boredom would be the problem, and trying to keep Jacobson under control. She’d have him make a crutch for Liam, keep him busy for a little while. She’d have to call Sergei, tell him about Manta Ray’s heel being too raw for him to move much, let him know they’d have to stay put for a while rather than continuing on northward toward Interstate 64, where he’d arranged for their pickup.
Manta Ray said, “You know what I want? I want to get back to civilization. A nice hotel, a bathtub filled with hot water instead of these pissy cold creeks, and a john with a pile of magazines, with the swimsuit issue on top. Do you think there’s a hotel in that town over there? What’s the name of that Podunk?”
“Sandy Gap, and there’s no way we’re going anywhere near that town. We’re going to stay out of sight. That young hiker, well, that was a mistake. We don’t want a repeat of that, or worse.”
“If you guys had bought the right size boot, this never would have happened.”
Elena took a deep breath for patience because what she really wanted to do was slit his throat with her Ka-Bar. “They are the right size. I told you the problems you get when you don’t try on boots. You’ve never hiked, you have city-boy feet. We’re going to go back down to the creek, where there’s plenty of cover and stop there, wait for your heel to get better.” She wasn’t about to admit it had never occurred to her he could get a blister. She never would. Maybe someday she’d tell Sergei and they’d have a good laugh. “We’ll have to stretch our supplies a bit, but we have enough.”
She thought Jacobson would speak and shook her head at him. Surprisingly, he kept his mouth shut. But not for long, she knew, no, never for very long.
She rose, dusted off her pants. “Jacobson and I will help you, but you’re going to have to suck it up until we get back down off this ridge. We’ll give the aspirin another few minutes to kick in.”
Manta Ray thought that was about right. He looked over at Jacobson leaning against a boulder, chewing on a twig, looking back at him like he was a loser. Manta Ray reminded himself to kill the stupid bully once they were out of this hellhole.
He grinned up at both of them, his saviors, his guards. He might be their prisoner, but they were his ticket to freedom and money, more than he’d originally planned on. Their boss obviously badly wanted or needed that box he’d slid into his leather case along with everything else from those safe-deposit boxes. He wished now he’d opened it so he’d know exactly what kind of money to demand, but once he’d escaped to the warehouse in Alexandria, all he had time or energy for was to see the box was safe and to stay alive.
“Elena, you said no one could be looking for us, so why move at all? Why not camp here? We got a great view. Jacobson can hike down to the creek and get us fresh water when we need it.”
Patience, patience. Her mantra now. “You know the answer, Liam. Even though there’s a bit of tree cover up here, someone could spot us—” The sat phone rang. Elena jumped. Their ironclad rule was no communication unless it was critical. That meant something had changed, something was wrong. The two men watched her dig the phone from her backpack and walk out of sight behind a pile of boulders.
Manta Ray said to Jacobson, “Is that your boss?” The one I’ve got by the short hairs? “I wonder what’s got Elena so concerned?”
Jacobson shrugged, pulled out a power bar, and ate it in two bites.
Manta Ray watched him, the pain in his heel down to a dull throb now after the rest and the aspirin. He said, “Hey, if we stay up here you need to give me one of your knives. I could take care of the next stray hiker. You got that first guy clean, though, I’ll give you that.”