The Walking Dead by Gerald Seymour

Author:Gerald Seymour [Seymour, Gerald]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Fiction
ISBN: 9781590202937
Google: XZRMpwAACAAJ
Amazon: 0593057554
Goodreads: 1248632
Publisher: Bantam Press
Published: 2007-07-02T19:00:00+00:00

'He could have damaged it.' The anger, cold and controlled, sparked in the Engineer's eyes.

'But was it imbecility or sabotage?'

He had come into the cottage, followed by Khalid. The driver had carried the box and the big plastic bottle, and before he had set them down on a chair, the Engineer had burst into the living area and made the accusation. For a moment, briefly, Ajaq had floundered. Now he had heard the story. His glance, withering, fell on Syed and Faria and they had turned away as if they believed the guilt of Ramzi was their responsibility too.

'Probably stupid, without thought, but handling it under no supervision could have damaged it, and I would not have known. What do I do? Do I check every fastening, unpeel every taping join? He could have broken it.'

'But it was not sabotage?'

'I don't think so.'

'If there is, in your mind, a whiff of the scent of that, then…'

The sentence was left unfinished. He did not need to speak it. If his friend, the Engineer, had harboured that suspicion the consequences were clear. A knife from the drawer in the kitchen Himself and his friend taking the creature away into the fields in the evening, when darkness had come, and one of them bringing a spade. A walk across the ploughed fields to the trees.

'He is stupid, vain, but a child.' The Engineer's voice dropped to a murmur and its pitch would not have reached Khalid, Syed and the girl. 'It is a shit place and they are shit people. They should not have been given to us. We should be out, gone.'

'Friend, when we are ready. Not here, later, we will talk…Where is he?'

'In his room. Probably he whimpers for his mother.'

'I will speak with him.'

He told Khalid to open the box, take out the contents and learn to work the camera. They scuttled with it to the kitchen. He slapped the arm of the Engineer in affection. They were colleagues, brothers, but far from home. He went out of the room, ducked his head under the beams and came to the door.

As he entered, the boy lay on the bed, but started back and cringed against the headboard. He saw the terror bright in the eyes and the heavy shoulder muscles quivered. But the world of Muhammad Ajaq, the Scorpion in the files of his enemy, was both the creation of fear and the breeding of loyalty He smiled. He allowed the warmth of his smile to run on his lips and he saw confusion spread over the idiot's face…But he could not mask the contempt in his eyes, because they carried truth and the smile was a lie.

He said, 'Your life, Ramzi, was in the palm of the hand of my friend. If there had been with my friend a suspicion of betrayal then you were dead. Not a martyr's death but a traitor's. My friend says to me–and he held your life in his hand–that you were stupid…So, you live.

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