be the paddle, I thought. He had to be knee-deep in the water in front of me. He had to be close. I could hear him sloshing in the water, setting his feet. I cocked my knees and gripped the sides and imagined him on the backswing, wielding the paddle like an axe.
“HOW ABOUT IT, FREE-MAN!” he screamed again and I waited for that hard fraction of a second, the draw of breath that always betrays the amateur fighters before they swing.
“YOU THINK…”
I powered the boat up, driving its weight up with my legs and back and launching it forward with a spray of water. When I felt it hit something solid, another gunshot rang up into the cypress canopy and I turned and dove away.
My arm hit the top edge of the dam with a sickening thud. Momentum and current took me over the side and I fell the four feet, landing hard on a concrete edge below.
My feet seemed to scramble on their own and I pushed myself back inside the curtain of falling water and onto the shelf of concrete. I froze for several seconds, maybe in fear, maybe in pain. I was lying on one hip but when I tried to use my arms to prop myself up against the inside wall the left one buckled and I heard an ugly wail escape from my own throat. I reached for the arm and felt the bone sticking up under my shirt like a broken broomstick handle in a sack. I leaned back against the wall of the dam and held the arm in my lap. The hiss of falling water was all around me. I could see nothing beyond the moving film of the falls.
“Hell of a fall there, Free-man.”
Blackman’s voice was almost calm. A steady, clear inflection as if he were giving a nature-trail talk.
“And by the sound of that yelp, you might be in a bit of pain too. Oh, I’ve heard enough wounded animals in my time, Free-man.
“But you’re a tough one. That little plane crash proved that. And the way you pulled that fat ass Gunther out of there. Now that impressed even me, Free-man.”
The rush of the water made it impossible to pinpoint him. First the voice seemed to come from the left. Then the right. Even through the occasional gaps in the water curtain, I could see nothing.
“Course, a smart animal doesn’t mess with the weak and wounded at his own expense. Especially a pussy like Gunther who didn’t have the balls to do what needed to be done.”
Now the voice seemed to be coming from above.
“Oh, Gunther was a talker all right. Just like the rest. But when it came down to the doin’? There’s always got to be a strong one.”
“You mean he wouldn’t kill innocent children,” I finally answered him, hoping he’d talk enough for me to figure his position.
“Territory and survival, Free-man,” he said, more agitated now. “Even a wild animal wouldn’t take its young into territory where they couldn’t survive. They all knew that. They all knew what the answer was. But hell, even old Nate was too damn old to do what needed to be done.”
I saw the rip in the water curtain just before the edge of the paddle came through but I still couldn’t raise my arm fast enough. The lacquered pine caught me across the temple and a flash of white seared through my head. Suddenly I was yanked out of the falls and thrown facedown in the river. I tried to get up but a hard boot kicked me a few feet forward. Then I felt a knee drive hard into my back and water already seeping up my nose and into the back of my throat.
I coughed but it only let more water into my mouth. Then I felt my head being yanked up out of the river. Blackman had a fist full of my hair.
“Shit. I knew you wouldn’t be as hard to kill as Ashley. But this is too easy, Free-man,” Blackman growled.
I tried to push off the bottom but the broken arm folded like a weak straw.
“I figured a tough cop who didn’t mind shooting down some black kid on the street might put up a blood fight.”
He grabbed the shoulder of my broken arm and spun me. We were in knee-deep water now. My heels were scraping the bottom, but he had me by the shirt front again and I wasn’t moving. I shook the