Part 5 (2/2)
Blu set her away from him, shook her a little. Knees bent, he looked straight into her eyes. ”It sounds like instinct brought you here. Well, dammit, let instinct keep you here. You'll never learn who you are or where you come from if you give up before you get started.”
When he released her, she took a giant step back. ”But you said you don't know Salva or...” Suddenly she backhanded the tears from her cheeks. ”You know something, don't you? Please, if-”
”No, I don't. But I can nose around and see if I can find out who might.” Blu waited for her to agree, hoping he wouldn't have to throw her over his shoulder and lock her up to keep her with him. But if she didn't see reason, he was prepared to do just that-though he didn't plan on a.n.a.lyzing why keeping her close had suddenly become so important to him.
”And what do you get out of this?” she asked.
Blu retrieved the gun from the floor, emptied it, then buried it in his pocket. Facing her once more, he said, ”I get to find out why a man I don't know likes me so much he wants to look at me every day.” When she didn't say anything, he added, ”What do you say I grab a T-s.h.i.+rt and we take a boat ride? We'll clear our heads and see if we can figure out where we go from here.”
Chapter 5.
She didn't know he owned theNightwing. The curious look she'd given Blu after he'd led her aboard the cruiser said it all. If she'd been spying on him-and she'd all but admitted she had-it was clear she hadn't been at it too long.
A year ago theNightwing had gotten as much publicity as Blu had after the cruiser had successfully run down Taber Denoux's yacht as he and his cohorts had tried to escape New Orleans with Margo as hostage.
Yes, the sleek cruiser had been part of the heroic team that night, and she'd gotten her picture in the paper alongside Blu's. Naturally, the news media had jumped on the story of a poor fisherman's son who had scrimped and saved to own the boat of his dreams-the boat that had ultimately saved his sister from her evil kidnapper. It had made great copy and elevated Blu's unwanted hero status another notch. But the story was a fabrication of the truth. The real story was that Blu's selfish need to own the Nightwing had overextended him financially. His father's fleet had been nearly lost until he paid Patch Pollaro a visit and had become the loanshark's hired muscle.
Blu steered theNightwing away from the dock. Angel hadn't spoken since they'd left the apartment building, and he hadn't said much, either.
”I could change my mind.”
Blu had just started the engine. He glanced over his shoulder to find her standing close to the railing, gauging the distance to the pier. ”Meaning?”
”I could jump right now. I'm a good swimmer.”
”So am I,” Blu promised.
Her chin rose. ”When you asked me on this boat ride, you made it sound like I had a choice. I really didn't, did I?”
”Sure you did. You had the choice of walking or being carried.” That said, he settled behind the wheel, pulled back on the throttle, and the high-powered engine sent them forward. In a matter of minutes they were through the Outlet Ca.n.a.l, heading for open water. When she joined him at the helm, Blu glanced right to see her standing beside him as seaworthy as any seasoned fisherman. Her head was tilted to catch the day's warm air, her long blond hair lifting in the warm breeze. She looked like a s.h.i.+p's figurehead poised there-a desperate, beautiful maiden in search of her ident.i.ty.
Mesmerized, Blu found it hard to keep from staring. He hadn't planned to take her very far, just far enough to give them both a chance to clear their heads. But the tranquil look on her face changed his mind and he followed the coastline south.
The next time he glanced at her, she had closed her eyes and the rise and fall of her chest had slowed. She no longer looked scared and ready to bolt, but relaxed for the first time since he'd laid eyes on her. It was the water, Blu decided, that had calmed her, and it made sense. He'd grown up on the water, and though he should be used to it, if not bored by the sameness, he never dismissed the power it had to soothe him.
An hour pa.s.sed before Blu finally cut the engine and set them adrift. Something had changed between them since they'd left the Dump. They were no longer adversaries, but it was too soon to call them allies.
Facing her, Blu said, ”Feel better?”
She had stepped to the rail again, and after a long minute she turned to face him. She'd wrapped her arms around herself, but she couldn't be cold-there was no wind to speak of, and the tropical heat was over eighty degrees. ”I can't explain it, but the water relaxes me,” she confessed. ”I've noticed it before, but I don't know why.”
”Since I was a kid, I couldn't get enough of the water,” Blu admitted. ”Ma says I was born with salt water running through my veins.”
”You have a mother?”
He was about to say, ”Doesn't everybody?” but she'd said she didn't know who she was. That meant her parents were as much a mystery to her as her own name. ”She runs the fish market on Front Street,”
Blu told her. ”Has for thirty years. Her name's Rose. My father, Carl, died seven years ago.”
”How old were you when he died?”
”I was eighteen.”
”I don't think you realize how awful it is not to be able to put names to the people who are responsible for giving you life.” She tapped herself on the head. ”Three years ago I woke up without a single childhood memory, and none of it has come back to me. Not any of it.”
”Have you seen a doctor?”
”Yes.”
”And?”
”And he couldn't promise that I would ever remember.”
”But he didn't say you wouldn't?”
”No, he never said I wouldn't.”
Blu came to his feet. ”Maybe you should see another doctor. I'm not much on going myself, but-”
”No. I don't want to see another doctor.”
For a long time the only sound that could be heard was the lapping of the water against the side of the Nightwing. Blu finally asked, ”Do you know how it happened, Angel? How you lost your memory?” ”Yes. Salva said it was during a boating accident. Why do you keep calling me 'Angel'? I told you, I think my name's Kristen.”
”Between yesterday's nun outfit, and-” Blu motioned to her waist-length hair ”-I'll stick with 'Angel.' It suits you.”
”Like Blu Devil suits you?”
”The name was my father's before it was mine-the devil part, that is. But I've been told it fits me better than it ever did him.”
”Sister Marian said that-”
”Sister Marian? That's twice you've mentioned her. Is that whose nun outfit you were wearing yesterday?”
”Yes.”
Blu moved to the stern where a leather bench wrapped the back of the boat. He patted the seat beside him, then watched as Angel cautiously curled up on the bench a safe distance out of his reach. ”Tell me about the past three years,” Blu encouraged. ”Then I'll...” Then he'd what? Get involved as he had last year? What was he turning into, the Red Cross? ”Jackson, the detective that was at my place might-”
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