Blood Moon Rising by Dawson Mark

Author:Dawson, Mark [Dawson, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Crime, Suspense, Mystery
ISBN: 9781503999381
Amazon: B00SLWQH7O
Goodreads: 25904466
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2014-06-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

T he news that Ahmed was dead passed around the cell quickly, and then it was passed down the corridor to the other cells. It was adorned with new information, some of it true and plenty of it false, until it returned to their cell the next day so changed that it was difficult to know what to believe. The suggestion that he had suffered a heart attack was debunked, and now everyone believed the same thing: he had been tortured for his impertinence and had died during the ordeal.

That was probably true. The details didn’t matter.

The temperature rose higher and higher until the atmosphere was feverish.

Faik withdrew to the back of the cell. There was always violence just beneath the surface, but now it seemed dangerously close and ready to catch light. He didn’t want to be anywhere near the front when it started.

He didn’t have long to wait.

The guard with the shotgun went off shift, to be replaced by a man Faik recognised. No one knew his name, but since he had a cruel, braying laugh, he had quickly become known as hîmaar , or Donkey. He was a regular, and renowned for his sadism. He had spat into Faik’s bowl of rice on his first day inside, and there were stories of his particularly enthusiastic participation in the six-on-on e beatings that the guards used to punish those inmates who had done something that they found objectionable. He was also a heavy drinker, and Faik had noticed that he was often drunk while he was on shift. Tonight, Donkey was sweating heavily and he reeked of alcohol again; perhaps that was why he misread the atmosphere.

One of the inmates stood up and walked over to the door. He was a young man called Abdul, just a little older than Faik, and of a similarly slight build. He would not have been the sort to arouse wariness or suspicion.

He called Donkey to come over.

The man swore in irritation, but raised himself from the chair and, with his shotgun held loosely at his side, came closer to the bars of the cell.

“What?”

Abdul grabbed Donkey by the collar of his shirt and yanked hard, pulling him onto the bars. His head bounced off the metal, and he grunted in pain and surprise. A second inmate, Abdul’s older brother Tarik, leapt to his feet and reached through to grab the guard’s flailing left arm, pulling hard so that he was trapped against the bars. He dropped the shotgun and shouted in sudden fear, but the other guards were in the guardhouse with a crate of Asrihah arak and oblivious to what was going on outside. Donkey kept his keys on a loop that hung from his belt, right next to his revolver. Abdul tore the keys from the belt and Tarik reached for the revolver. Donkey fought desperately, punching through the bars with his right fist and managing to hold him off.

But now Abdul had the cell door open.

“Come on!” he yelled.

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