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with the neighborhood, and by abandoning the Caddy he gave Minh something
else to puzzle over. Another dead end for his bloodhounds to pursue.
The warrior had observed a change in Amy as they drove. She had lost
the hunted look, but there was caution in her manner, and he caught her
looking suspiciously at him. At their destination, she reluctantly followed
him inside and up the dingy stairs, wary of betrayal.
Bolan couldn't fault the lady for her caution. It was overdue, but she
was learning.
The hard way, yeah.
And now that she was building up the wall, he would have to find a way
to get inside.
The lady turned to find him watching her. Her eyes shifted, glancing
toward the single bed, and she forced a little smile.
"Okay, I'm ready."
She was opening her denim shirt, slowly and with resignation. Bolan's
voice stopped her at the second button.
"Forget it, Amy."
There was confusion on her face, but she bluffed it out.
"Hey, it's all right," she told him. "I don't expect a free ride."
Bolan shook his head.
"You've paid enough already. Have a seat."
Amy perched herself on a corner of the bed, hands clasped between her
knees, looking every bit a little girl as Bolan stood before her. A very
frightened little girl, stranded in a woman's body.
It took a moment for the woman-child to find her voice.
"What is it that you want?"
"What do you want?" Bolan countered.
Amy laughed, a bitter sound.
"The only thing I want is out," she told him.
"You've got it," he replied.
"Just like that."
There was no disguising the skepticism in her tone.
Bolan nodded.
"Take it home, Amy."
"Home?" The voice was different, faraway. "That's funny. I used to
think the church was home."
She looked up at Bolan, searching his face. He let her run with it.
"You know, I heard Minh the first time at UCLA. It seemed like... I
don't know, like he had all the answers. When he left, I went with him."
She put on a little deprecating smile and shrugged.
"School was going nowhere. Anyway, I wanted Minh to notice me. It
wasn't hard."
The smile disappeared. She wasn't watching Bolan anymore.
"I was his favorite," she said. "One of them, anyway. He liked me well
enough to set me up for certain visitors - the ones Mitch Carter brought
around. I got to see and hear things..."
Her voice trailed away into nothing, and Bolan finished for her.
"You saw too much. Minh couldn't afford to let you go."
"He still can't," Amy told him. "Listen, Minh's got an army. He calls
them 'elders,' but they're different. Hard. You met some of them tonight."