Hemlock Bay
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“Ain’t nobody on board to tell me not to. I’ll take you right to the front door. Watch that third step, though, board’s rotted.”
“Thank you, I’ll be careful.”
The driver put his headphones back on and began bouncing up and down in the seat. He stopped two blocks down, just in front of Rover’s Drive-In with the best hamburgers west of the Sillow River, sandwiched next to a storefront that advertised three justices of the peace, who were also notaries, on duty 24/7.
Lily closed her eyes. The bus started up again. No Wrinkles Remus was in her mind again, playing another angle.
“Hey.”
She looked up to see a young man swinging into the seat next to her. He simply lifted off the packages, set them on the seat opposite, and sat down.
For a moment, Lily was simply too surprised to think. She stared at the young man, no older than twenty, his black hair long, greasy, and tied back in a ratty ponytail. He had three silver hoops marching up his left ear.
He was wearing opaque sunglasses, an Orioles cap on his head, turned backward, and a roomy black leather jacket.
“My packages,” she said, cocking her head to one side. “Why did you put them over there?”
He grinned at her, and she saw a gold tooth toward the back of his mouth.
“You’re awful pretty. I wanted to sit next to you. I wanted to get real close to you.”
“No, I’m not particularly pretty. I’d like you to move. Lots of seat choice, since the bus is empty.”
“Nope, I’m staying right here. Maybe I’ll even get a little closer. Like I said, you’re real pretty.”
Lily looked up at the bus driver, but he was really into his rock ’n’ roll, bouncing so heavily on the seat that the bus was swerving a bit to the left, then back to the right.
Lily didn’t want trouble, she really didn’t. “All right,” she said and smiled at him. “I’ll move.”
“I don’t think so,” he said, his voice barely a whisper now, and he grabbed her arm to hold her still.
“Let go of me, buster, now.”
“I don’t think so. You know, I really don’t want to hurt you. It’s too bad because, like I said, you’re real pretty. A shame, but hey, I need money, you know?”
“You want to rob me?”
“Yeah, don’t worry that I’ll do anything else. I just want your wallet.” But he pulled a switchblade out of his inside jacket pocket, pressed a small button, and a very sharp blade flew out, long and thin, glittering.
She was afraid now, her heart pumping, bile rising in her throat. “Put the knife away. I’ll give you all my money. I don’t have much, but I’ll give you all I’ve got.”
He didn’t answer because he saw that the bus was slowing for the next stop. He said, low, “Sorry, no time for the money.”
He was going to kill her. The knife was coming right at her chest. She tightened, felt the stitches straining, but it didn’t matter.
“You fool,” she said. She drove her elbow right into his Adam’s apple, then right under his chin, knocking his head back, cutting off his breath. Still he held the knife, not four inches from her chest.
Twist left, make yourself a smaller target.
She turned, then did a right forearm hammer, thumb down smashing the inside of his right forearm.
Attack the person, not the weapon.
She grabbed his wrist with her left hand and did a right back forearm hammer to his throat. He grabbed his throat, gagging and wheezing for breath, and she slammed her fist into his chest, right over his heart. She grabbed his wrist and felt the knife slide out of his fingers, heard it thunk hard on the floor of the bus and slide beneath the seat in front of them.
The guy was in big trouble, couldn’t breathe, and she said, “Don’t you ever come near me again, you bastard.” And she smashed the flat of her palm against his ear.
He yelled, but it only came out as a gurgle since he still couldn’t draw a decent breath.
The bus had stopped right in front of The Mermaid’s Tail. The driver waved to her in the rearview mirror, still listening to his music, still chair-dancing. She didn’t know what to do. Call the cops? Then it was taken out of her hands. The young man lurched up, knowing he was in deep trouble, scooped up his knife, waved it toward the bus driver, who was now staring back at the two of them wide-eyed, no longer dancing. He waved the knife at her once, then ran to the front of the bus, jumped to the ground, and was running fast down the street, turning quickly into an alley.
“Thank you, I’ll be careful.”
The driver put his headphones back on and began bouncing up and down in the seat. He stopped two blocks down, just in front of Rover’s Drive-In with the best hamburgers west of the Sillow River, sandwiched next to a storefront that advertised three justices of the peace, who were also notaries, on duty 24/7.
Lily closed her eyes. The bus started up again. No Wrinkles Remus was in her mind again, playing another angle.
“Hey.”
She looked up to see a young man swinging into the seat next to her. He simply lifted off the packages, set them on the seat opposite, and sat down.
For a moment, Lily was simply too surprised to think. She stared at the young man, no older than twenty, his black hair long, greasy, and tied back in a ratty ponytail. He had three silver hoops marching up his left ear.
He was wearing opaque sunglasses, an Orioles cap on his head, turned backward, and a roomy black leather jacket.
“My packages,” she said, cocking her head to one side. “Why did you put them over there?”
He grinned at her, and she saw a gold tooth toward the back of his mouth.
“You’re awful pretty. I wanted to sit next to you. I wanted to get real close to you.”
“No, I’m not particularly pretty. I’d like you to move. Lots of seat choice, since the bus is empty.”
“Nope, I’m staying right here. Maybe I’ll even get a little closer. Like I said, you’re real pretty.”
Lily looked up at the bus driver, but he was really into his rock ’n’ roll, bouncing so heavily on the seat that the bus was swerving a bit to the left, then back to the right.
Lily didn’t want trouble, she really didn’t. “All right,” she said and smiled at him. “I’ll move.”
“I don’t think so,” he said, his voice barely a whisper now, and he grabbed her arm to hold her still.
“Let go of me, buster, now.”
“I don’t think so. You know, I really don’t want to hurt you. It’s too bad because, like I said, you’re real pretty. A shame, but hey, I need money, you know?”
“You want to rob me?”
“Yeah, don’t worry that I’ll do anything else. I just want your wallet.” But he pulled a switchblade out of his inside jacket pocket, pressed a small button, and a very sharp blade flew out, long and thin, glittering.
She was afraid now, her heart pumping, bile rising in her throat. “Put the knife away. I’ll give you all my money. I don’t have much, but I’ll give you all I’ve got.”
He didn’t answer because he saw that the bus was slowing for the next stop. He said, low, “Sorry, no time for the money.”
He was going to kill her. The knife was coming right at her chest. She tightened, felt the stitches straining, but it didn’t matter.
“You fool,” she said. She drove her elbow right into his Adam’s apple, then right under his chin, knocking his head back, cutting off his breath. Still he held the knife, not four inches from her chest.
Twist left, make yourself a smaller target.
She turned, then did a right forearm hammer, thumb down smashing the inside of his right forearm.
Attack the person, not the weapon.
She grabbed his wrist with her left hand and did a right back forearm hammer to his throat. He grabbed his throat, gagging and wheezing for breath, and she slammed her fist into his chest, right over his heart. She grabbed his wrist and felt the knife slide out of his fingers, heard it thunk hard on the floor of the bus and slide beneath the seat in front of them.
The guy was in big trouble, couldn’t breathe, and she said, “Don’t you ever come near me again, you bastard.” And she smashed the flat of her palm against his ear.
He yelled, but it only came out as a gurgle since he still couldn’t draw a decent breath.
The bus had stopped right in front of The Mermaid’s Tail. The driver waved to her in the rearview mirror, still listening to his music, still chair-dancing. She didn’t know what to do. Call the cops? Then it was taken out of her hands. The young man lurched up, knowing he was in deep trouble, scooped up his knife, waved it toward the bus driver, who was now staring back at the two of them wide-eyed, no longer dancing. He waved the knife at her once, then ran to the front of the bus, jumped to the ground, and was running fast down the street, turning quickly into an alley.
