North Reich (8 page)

      
Wilkins and Henry picked up on her lousy mood and left her alone, quietly talking about football while she sat in the back seat with the pouch and sulked.
 
She did like football, but her University of Virginia wasn't playing, so her interest was limited.
 
She recalled that Wilkins had a couple of sisters, so maybe he understood her problem.
 
She put her head against the window and thought about taking a nap.
 
At least this morning she didn't have to go to any effort to make herself look plain.
 
Her period and the attendant bloating took care of that.
 
She would have to apologize to the two corporals for being such a grumpy bitch.

      
The road from Camp Washington to the Pentagon was two lanes and paved for most of the way.
 
It was lined with trees and bushes where there weren't stately homes and quaint villages.
 
It was really beautiful rolling hill country.
 
There wasn't much traffic, so they were making good time.

She was just wondering how much a house in the area would cost when a truck suddenly entered the road in front of them and stopped.
 
Wilkins swore and slammed on the brakes, hurling Alicia and Henry forward.
 
Henry's head hit the dashboard with a terrible thud and Alicia slammed into the seat in front of her.
 
Pain knifed through from her nose.
 
Dazed, she was dimly aware of men getting out of the truck and wondering why they wore masks while her world spun.
 
They tried to yank the doors open, but they were locked.
 
What was going on?
 
Her mind began to clear and she realized that this was all terribly wrong.
 

One of the men took a pistol from his belt and smashed the driver's side window with the butt.
 
He reached in, opened the door, and yanked an inert Wilkins out and onto the ground.
 
A second man smashed the rear side window and opened that door.
 
He grabbed Alicia's arm and threw her down beside Wilkins.
 
She screamed and tried to get up, but he punched her to the ground and kicked her in the face, increasing her agony.
 
She tasted blood in her mouth and rolled over on her back with the pouch underneath her.

"Look at this, guys," the man yelled to his companions.
 
"Pussy."
 
Through her pain she was outraged.
 
Her skirt was well up her thighs and this strange man was mocking her.

He stuck the gun back in his belt and ripped open her jacket and began pawing her breasts.
 

"Goddammit, Paul, get the fucking pouch!" hollered another masked man.
 
"We don't have time for this shit."

Paul straightened and was about to respond when a gunshot barked out.
 
He grabbed his gut and looked stunned.
 
Second and third shots were fired and one bullet blew out the side of Paul's head, spraying Alicia with blood and brains.
 
Alicia turned and saw a bloodied Corporal Henry on his knees, his pistol in his hands.
 
The two other men ran up to Henry and shot him repeatedly.
 
He fell over and lay still.

Sickened, Alicia lurched to her feet, grabbed the pouch, and ran into the bushes.
 
She spun the pouch around and hurled it as far as she could throw it.
 
The effort disoriented her and she felt her world turning and growing dark.
 
In the fading distance, she heard sirens and the two men shouting that they had to go right away and that they had to leave Paul.

Alicia awoke to the realization that she was in a hospital and that her body throbbed with pain.
 
Her period had become the least of her problems.
 
She checked her head and found that she it was swathed in bandages.
 
She ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth and felt a couple of loose teeth.
 
Would she lose them?
 
God, she hoped not.
 
The area around her nose and mouth was bandaged as well.
 
What had happened?

      
A nurse appeared and smiled.
 
"Welcome home.
 
If you're up to it, there are some people to see you."

      
"Will I live?" she said and realized that her swollen mouth made her slur her words.

      
The nurse laughed.
 
"Oh yes.
 
You've got a broken nose, a split lip, a ton of bruises and you are terribly discolored, but that will all go away in a few days."

      
"Really?"

      
"Actually, more like a few weeks, but I'm supposed to say days to cheer you up.
 
On the positive side, you don't have any broken bones, except for your nose and that should heal like new. Everything else will heal and that includes your loose teeth, and yes we checked while you were unconscious.
 
Just don't eat anything other than mush for a couple of days until they settle back in.
 
At any rate, a couple of army officers would like to see you."

      
No sense waiting, Alicia thought and told the nurse to admit them.
 
A moment later, two men entered.
 
One was a balding colonel and the second a younger major with his arm in a sling.
 
The major also had bruises on his head and Alicia wondered if he'd been attacked as well.

      
"Lieutenant Cutter, I'm Colonel Mark Downing and this is Major Tom Grant.
 
We're both on General Truscott's staff and we need to talk with you.
 
If you're up to it, that is."

      
"Yes, sir.
 
I only hope you can understand me.
 
First, though, what happened to the two men who were with me?"
 
      
Downing winced.
 
"Wilkins is in the hospital with a fractured skull.
 
He's still unconscious, but they say he will pull through.
 
Corporal Henry, I'm sorry to say, didn't make it."

      
Alicia tried to fight back tears.
 
She couldn't.
 
"I'm not surprised.
 
I saw them shoot him so many times.
 
He was a hero.
 
He saved my life."

      
"He'll get a medal," Grant said softly, "not that it'll mean a whole lot to his family.
 
He managed to save you and possibly Wilkins, but we need any help you can provide so we can hopefully recover the pouch that they stole.
 
They might have been common thieves, at least that's what we've told the papers, but we really think they were after the pouch."

      
"Is it that important?" Alicia asked.
 
Maybe she had done something right after all and maybe Henry's distracting the attackers had actually accomplished something.

      
"I'd say it was," Downing responded.

      
Alicia managed half a smile.
 
"Then they didn't get it, or at least I don't think they did.
 
When they began killing Henry for shooting somebody named Paul, I ran into the bushes and threw the pouch as far as I could.
 
They started yelling at each other that they didn't have any more time and I think that's when they took off.
 
I passed out so I'm not totally certain, but I don't think they looked very hard for the pouch if they looked at all. I heard sirens and they weren't going to stick around."

      
Both men grinned like little kids who'd gotten an unexpected present.
 
"Can you travel?" asked Grant.
 
"It'd be a big help if you could show us exactly where you were when you tossed the pouch."

      
She tried to sit up and winced.
 
"Get someone to repair my uniform and help me get dressed, and we can leave in a little while.
 
By the way, there's one other thing you might find helpful.
 
They weren't common thieves, at least not local ones.
 
The three men who attacked us were Canadians."

It took longer than planned to get organized and out to the attack site.
 
First, the damage done to Alicia's uniform was more extensive than they thought.
 
Along with being torn, it was spattered with gore; some of which was Alicia's and the rest was her attacker's.
 
She informed them that there was no way on earth she would wear it in that condition.
 
Downing's wife Missy, a civilian volunteer at the hospital, chose that moment to arrive and she completely supported Alicia.
 
Thus, there was a delay until some men's fatigues were found that would decently fit her. Tom thought she looked like a lost child in the baggy uniform that was still too large for her.
 
Downing said that Tom could find the pouch as well as anyone else and let the two of them go off by themselves.

      
Since neither was in any shape to drive, Downing got them a staff car and one of his clerks as a driver.
 
Tom and Alicia sat uncomfortably in the back seat.
 
Behind them, two trucks were filled with a squad MPs to help with the search and act as bodyguards.

      
"Are you in as much pain as I am?" she asked.

      
"Probably not, but I am a big baby."

      
She laughed and then grimaced.
 
It hurt to smile.
 
At least she had gotten a nurse to remove some of the bandages so she didn't look like she was wearing a turban.
 
Her nose was swollen at least twice its size, she had shiners under each eye, and there were stitches in her upper lip.
 
At least now she didn't have to worry about looking too attractive.
 
Maybe she was being a fool about the whole thing.
 
The major was kind of cute even though he was banged up.
 
Perhaps the next time she'd dress up a little better.

"How did you know those guys were Canadian?" Tom asked.

      
"One of my college roommates was from Canada, Hamilton, which is near Toronto.
 
She had a strange little what we called an 'ok-sent' which annoyed her when we pointed it out.
 
I vacationed with her and her family and they all spoke that way."

      
Tom thought about the Canadian accents he’d heard during his travels around Ontario.
 
"That was a good catch.
 
It pretty well eliminates any idea of this being just a robbery.
 
By the way, the cops found the truck they used."

      
"Let me guess.
 
It was stolen."

      
"Yes, and it gets worse.
 
They murdered the owner."

      
She put her head back on the seat.
 
"You're right; this just gets worse and worse, major."

      
Tom winced inwardly.
 
He didn't like being reminded of the difference in their ranks.
 
Alicia Cutter was reasonably attractive and he thought she would be much better than that when she got rid of all those bandages and the swellings went down.
 
It might help if she wore some makeup and did her hair.
 
She reminded him of a girl he knew in high school who went out of her way to look plain, and then wound up joining a convent.
 
The light brown haired Alicia Cutter looked studious but not the convent type.
 
Despite the baggy clothes, he thought she had a nice, slender figure.
 
Hopefully, she had great legs.
 
He liked legs.
 
Damn it all, he'd better get back to reality.

      
"How did you hurt your shoulder, major?"

      
"Several years ago in an accident, and then I aggravated it trying to swim the Niagara River a little while ago."

      
Her eyes widened.
 
"My God, sir, was that you who swam it while being shot at?
 
Everybody says it was wonderfully heroic."

      
"Guilty, and it wasn't heroism.
 
I didn't have much of a choice."
 
He was genuinely surprised and pleased to know that his exploit was so widely known.

      
Finding the attack spot was easy since a squad car was parked on the side of the road with a bored officer inside, trying to stay warm.
 
They parked and got out.
 
The cop stared as the squad of MPs took up station.
 
He clearly wondered what was going on but was smart enough to keep quiet.