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Chapter 175
Damien drew his nine-millimeter pistol from his duffel bag and stood against the log wall to the left of the front door. Sarah positioned herself beside the window, keeping her body well back in the deep shadows of the room where she could see the clearing through a narrow gap in the curtain.Neither of them spoke a word. They did not need to; they had worked together through too many ambushes and safe-house raids to need instructions. Their breathing slowed down to nothing as the sound of the engine grew louder, coming straight up the buried logging trail toward the clearing.A bright yellow snowmobile broke through the tree line at the bottom of the yard. The machine threw up a spray of heavy wet snow behind its rubber track as it climbed the slope and came to a stop fifty yards from the cabin porch.The rider wore a heavy red parka, black snow pants, and a white helmet with a dark plastic visor. Printed on the side of
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Sarah woke instantly at the sound, her hand going straight to the cold steel of the pistol she kept inside her boot beside the chair. Across the small space, Damien was already sitting up on the cot, alert and silent in the red glow from the stove grate."Just a tree," Damien whispered after a long moment of listening to the howling wind. "The snow load is too heavy on the branches."Sarah slowly let go of the grip of her gun and rubbed her eyes with both hands. "Old habits," she said softly."They take a long time to die," Damien replied, lying back down beneath the pile of coats and blankets. "Go back to sleep. The cabin roof has held for fifty years; it will hold tonight."On the fourth morning, Sarah woke to an eerie, complete silence. The wind had died away to nothing, leaving the mountain wrapped in a quiet so deep she could hear the faint ticking of her wristwatch. She got up, pulled down the
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Damien closed his book and rested his elbows on his knees. "How did you end up with Carver anyway? You do not talk like the other couriers I knew in Brussels or Vienna. Most of them were former soldiers or thieves who liked the money."Sarah watched the orange light flickering through the little mica window in the stove door. She had never told anyone in the network the whole truth; in their old life, sharing personal history was dangerous. Now, with five feet of snow blocking the only road for twenty miles, the secret felt light enough to put down."My husband worked as an auditor for the maritime board," she said, her voice flat and calm. "Six years ago, he found out that three shipping companies owned by the ministry were moving weapons and money through the northern ports. He thought it was a mistake in the paperwork, so he took his report to his director."Damien looked at her steadily, his eyes dark and understandi
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Sarah pulled out a wooden chair and sat down at the table opposite him. She felt a strange hollowness in her chest, as if she had been pushing against a heavy iron door for years, only to have it swing open all at once. "We are really just two people in a cabin now," she said."Just two tired people in a very cold cabin," Damien agreed. He reached across the scarred wooden table and rested his good hand over hers for a brief second. "We made it, Sarah."By December, the real winter settled over the mountain. The days shrank until the sun barely cleared the tops of the southern pines before sinking back into the gray clouds. The snow rose until it covered the bottom half of the cabin windows, turning the light inside as dim and green as water in a deep pond.Damien no longer needed the sling for his left arm. Every morning after they ate their oatmeal or fried dough, he stood in the center of the floor and did slow exerci
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On the sixth afternoon, while the light was beginning to fade outside, Sarah decided to look through the wooden trunk at the foot of the cot. Her grandfather had kept it locked with a small brass padlock, and the key hung on a nail beside the kitchen shelves. When she turned the key, the lock clicked open easily."What is in there?" Damien asked from the rocking chair, where he sat wrapped in a blanket with a mug of hot pine-needle tea. "More beans and salt pork?""No," Sarah said, lifting the heavy wooden lid. "Books. And my grandfather’s old things."Inside the trunk lay stacks of old hardcover books, a pair of brass binoculars, a thick wool sweater, and three leather-bound notebooks. Beneath the books sat a flat black box with a silver antenna folded across the top. Sarah picked up the box and turned it over in her hands."Is that a shortwave radio?" Damien asked, leaning forward with sudden
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She unbuttoned the top of his flannel shirt and carefully peeled back the white tape. The skin around the black thread looked less angry than it had the night before, and the swelling had gone down. She cleaned the stitches with a damp cloth, put on fresh ointment, and covered the wound with clean gauze."You are lucky," she told him as she handed him two white tablets from Thomas's plastic bottle. "The bullet went clean through the muscle and missed the bone. By the time the snow melts, you will only have a tight scar to remember it by."Damien swallowed the pills with the rest of his water and looked at her carefully. "You look different this morning, Sarah. Your shoulders are not up around your ears anymore."Sarah touched the side of her neck and realized he was right. The tight knot of muscle that had lived at the base of her skull for five years had finally begun to loosen. "I called my sister last night while you
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