Evenfall: Volume II Director's Cut by Santino & Ais

Author:Santino & Ais
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Santino & Ais
Published: 2014-09-20T16:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Heavy thumps overhead caused dust to rain down on Boyd’s hair. The footsteps were weighty and ponderous. Judging by the sounds when the man kicked things, he wore steel-toed boots.

“Nos nos haga daño, por favor, señor, por favor,” a woman moaned.

Boyd knew her as María. She was currently cowering in the room at the top of the stairs. Even pressed into a crawl space in the wall, Boyd clearly heard what was going on above him.

A child’s voice drifted down; muffled sniffles and the occasional fearful cry.

“Cállate,” the man ordered.

Boyd heard more items being knocked around. He knew there were two men in the room above; two Federals that were attempting to intimidate the house’s inhabitants.

“No,” María pleaded, tears in her voice. “No nos mate, no nos dispare, por favor, somos inocentes, por favor…”

One of the men scoffed. His footsteps paused, and he spoke too fast and low for Boyd to translate. Soon after, two sets of footsteps descended the steps toward him.

Boyd tensed. He was coiled for a fight and prepared to strike ruthlessly if they approached his hiding place, but in lieu of searching for hidden compartments, the two men murmured to each other until a radio crackled.

A button clicked and one of the Federals answered sharply, “No está aquí.”

There was white noise before a response came through: “Sigan buscando. El capitán cree que está en el área.”

“¿No tenemos información más certera?”

The men spoke in rapid-fire Spanish until the Federal snapped, “¿Seguro que está aquí? Tenemos días buscando.”

“No, pero ya revisamos los otros barrios y nada.” A low snort punctuated the words. “Independencia es el mejor escondite pero pura madre un gringo sobrevive ahí.”

“Ni madres.”

“Por eso hay que concentrarse en el Barrio Antiguo.” There was a brief pause, and the voice on the other end of the radio grew faint. When it returned, the man ended the conversation. “Pues, apúrense. Vayan a todas las casas que sea necesario. El capitán quiere que arrestemos e interroguemos al sospechoso antes del fin de semana.”

Once the radio was off, the two men quietly conversed. From the bits Boyd could hear and translate, it seemed that they were tired of the monotonous search but had to move to the next location if they were to find the perpetrator—him—by the weekend.

After several long minutes, their footsteps retreated and they exited the home. Boyd forced himself to count out nearly ten minutes even though his entire body thrummed with the need to escape. If the Federals were concentrating on this neighborhood, he only had a small window to escape notice and flee to his next safehouse.

Boyd grabbed his bag and crawled out of the hiding spot. He was filthy. His clothes were darker due to layers of dirt and grime, and the hair he had hastily dyed was nearly black from dust. He could do nothing about his altered eye color, but mousey brown hair brought him considerably less attention than Kadin Reed’s red coloring.

In the days he’d spent evading authorities and hiding in decrepit safehouses, there had been no time to clean.

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