"Doranna Durgin - Heavy Metal Honey" - читать интересную книгу автора (Durgin Doranna)

Rio pulled his silent motorcycle into the tree shadows, leaving the occupants of
the van some illusion of privacy as they pulled up to a fresh grave site. Kimmer
sliced in ahead of him and тАФ smaller, more compact on her bike тАФ crept up along
the shadows to gain a better vantage point, flipping up her face shield. Not so close
that she didn't need the diminutive binoculars tucked away inside her leather jacket;
she reached for them, never taking her eyes off the scene.
"And here comes our mule," she said, holding the binocs up and fine-tuning the
focus on the woman, moving up from behind a mausoleum on the same dirt bike
she'd had on the trail. Still dressed in baggy clothes, hair still lank and dirtyтАжthe
harsh afternoon sun revealed the grayish nature of her complexion, the hollows of
her eyes and cheeks. "Nope, she doesn't feel so good. And hot damn!" This as an
old sedan crept up not far away.
"Hail, hail, the gang's unexpectedly all here," Rio noted under his breath.
"Our bomb boys," Kimmer said, her voice warm with welcome as the two men
emerged from the car. This time she'd seen their dossiers; she knew their faces.
Average American melting pot faces. "But how did they find her here тАФ?"
Rio's voice came with startled realization. "She called them. She's still trying to
get her papers. To make the original trade."
Kimmer felt a jolt of respect. "Good for her." Futile, but still. "And she arranged
it so she'd have the van boys for backup, too."
"With no idea what they've gotten into."
Not likely. This woman didn't have a clue how far over her head she'd gotten. Still
hoping for her happily ever after here in the good old U-S-of-A тАФ and she probably
had no idea her illness was caused by the package to which she still clung. How
desperate she must beтАж
"We may not be able to save her, but this meet's not going down to our bomb
boys' plans," Kimmer growled. She put the binocs away, reached into her jacket for
the small handmade war club she kept there. Red oak root, a lumpy ball of scrap
metal worn smooth by time and useтАжshe hefted it with familiarity and fondness.
"Ready?"
Rio moved up beside her. "The noisemaker," he said, referring to the
motorcycle's ability to generate noise so those in traffic would be aware of its
presence. "I'll take the front, turn mine on. You and your little friend can be the
sneak attack."
"My favorite," said Kimmer, and pulled down her helmet face shield. It wasn't
enough to hide the wicked grin she sent at Rio. "Let's go get us some bomb boys."


Chapter Four


Not gonna make it тАФ
Kimmer realized it as soon as they started their stealth motorcycle run toward the
blue panel van тАФ toward the fugitive woman half hidden behind it, and most
important, toward the two men who wanted the stolen radioactive powder the
woman had been duped into smuggling as drugs. If she truly thought she'd get her
visa out of it, she'd been mistakenтАжbut Kimmer couldn't blame her for taking this
one last chance.
She could blame the bomb boys for being so treacherous, and she did. Even as
she silently closed on them, even as Rio turned on the noisemaker for his own