neck muscles.
They stood there a moment longer, not precisely looking at each other, not precisely looking away. The dingy off-white wallpaper was starting to come away in patches on the wall, she noticed. No wonder, in this humidity.
âWell,â he said, drawing it out just a little, âgood night.â He turned and padded on his bare feet into his room and shut the door.
âNight,â she said. She stood looking at his door for a couple of breaths longer. Then she went into her own room.
She shut the door with more force than necessary.
â O LÃ , M AFALDA !â Annja called as the little brass bells strung on the inside of the door jingled merrily to announce their entrance. âWhere are you?â
Followed closely by Dan, she pushed inside. Outside it was full noon. Their eyes, dazzled by the brightness of the equatorial sun, took time adjusting to the darkness within the shop.
âMaybe sheâs stepped out,â Dan said dubiously.
âAnd left the door unlocked?â Annja said. âThis may not be Rio de Janeiro, but thatâd be pressing her luck even here.â
âMaybe the locals are afraid of her magic,â Dan said.
âYou donât believe in magic.â
âBut they do.â He stopped as the door jangled shut behind them and sniffed. âWhatâs that smell?â
It hit Annja, too. Beneath the astringent smells of herbs and powders, of dust and the moldering bindings of old books, lay a smell of sweetness. And something foul.
âChristââ The word came from Danâs throat as though around something choking him.
On the counter to the right of the door Mafalda lay with her head, still wrapped in its bright turban, propped on the cash register. Otherwise she was nude. She stared fixedly at the ceiling.
Feathers had been stuffed in her mouth. Mystic symbols had been scrawled on her bare belly in blood.
Her blood. Her throat had been slit.
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Fast motion caught the corner of Annjaâs eye. She spun, reflexively bringing up her right forearm in a deflecting block.
A wooden pole struck her forearm. It was the haft of a spear, and its bright metal tip slid forward to graze her ear. A bundle of feathers tied behind the spear tip slapped her cheek.
Above the far end of the spear she saw the eyes of her visitor of the night before, burning in the gloom like dark stars.
Before she could react further the spear was withdrawn. With lightning speed it darted straight for her eyes. She twisted her body clockwise and leaned back, allowing the weapon to thrust past her.
She caught a flash impression that Dan was struggling with an opponent of his own. She had no attention to spare him. Her own foe was remarkably fast and determined.
His third thrust came low. Annja jumped high into the air to avoid the strike at her legs. She lashed out with her right foot, kicking a set of stout jars filled with different-colored powders and crushed leaves off the top shelf of a display toward her attacker. As one heavy jar tumbled toward his head, spilling orange powder that glittered even in the gloom, he reflexively jerked the spear back to interpose the haft.
Annja used some of the energy of her fall to add momentum to a spinning straight-legged reverse kick. The back of her heel caught the spear haft and wrenched it right out of the manâs hands.
He spun and darted toward the back of the shop. Annja chased him. A pair of machetes hung crossed on the back wall. The man snatched down not one but both at once, and turned on his pursuer. He waved the heavy two-foot blades in a whistling figure-eight before him.
He advanced on her, apparently unconcerned that she was unarmed. Should I expect chivalry from someone whoâd ritually murder a harmless shopkeeper? she thought. Unless she intended to fleeâor die where she stoodâhe wasnât leaving her any choice.
Hoping Dan was too busy with his own assailant to notice anything
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