Wet Work by Donald Bingle

Author:Donald Bingle [Bingle, Donald J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Indie Author Project
Published: 2018-03-25T04:00:00+00:00

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Ace led the way down the staircase, her partner lumbering behind her at full speed. She hip-checked the panic bar on the emergency exit, setting off an ear-splitting alarm as they crashed through into a garden area on the side of the main parking lot.

Sakra!

They didn’t have a car. They’d left theirs behind in Kapalana for the rental agency to take in and repair or replace. She skidded to a stop, pondering what to do next. Dick slowed, but never stopped, thrusting the PPIPF’s cell phone into her hand as he jaunted toward the currently unmanned valet station near the main entrance to the hotel.

“Call in a tsunami warning to Hansebi, now. I’m jacking us a car.”

She froze for a second in bewilderment. “I have a cell phone,” she called to Dick’s back as he headed away from her.

“Use theirs,” he called back over his shoulder. “Harder to trace. Better for our cover.”

Made sense to her.

It took more than a minute to get patched through to Hansebi. Two agonizing minutes to explain to him that some bad guys just set off a series of explosions along the Great Crack, attempting to trigger a giant tsunami on the south side of the Big Island. She had the feeling he was humoring her, but thought she was, quite literally, a crack-pot, when all of a sudden she heard a sharp intake of breath, then the words “Shit, shit, shit!” before a clattering as if the receiver had been dropped.

Fifteen seconds later, the tsunami sirens along the bayfront in Hilo blared out their warning—a long, continual blast which could have passed for an air raid siren in Europe circa World War II.

Dick pulled up in a white Range Rover, reaching across to throw open the passenger door for her. “Get in!” he barked.

She was barely in the door before he gunned the pricey vehicle forward, without bothering to wait for her to close her door or buckle her seatbelt. Sakra! Fortunately, she had good balance and reactions or she would have spilled out onto the asphalt.

“Where are we going in such a hurry? There’s no way we’ll get anywhere near the Great Crack in time to do anything.”

Dick turned his head to look at her, his face a mask of scowling brows and wrinkled puzzlement. “Jesus Christ. Are you kidding? A tsunami may be rolling to shore any second. Where are we going? Uphill. We’re going uphill as fast as possible. That’s what you do when the tsunami sirens go off. You get as high as possible as soon as possible, then you assess the situation when you have the luxury of potentially surviving for more than a few minutes.”

“We could have stayed safe high in the hotel and accomplished that.”

“If the wave was small enough. Even then, we might have been trapped there for ... who knows how long?”

She held onto the flip-down hand hold on the ceiling above the passenger side window as Dick made a sharp right out of the parking lot, then gunned the engine to a throaty roar.

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