Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第19/327页)

verythingwillbealright.JamazfoughtlionsandtigersintheAfrigrassndswithhisbarehandsandwohreeguysarenoproblematall.Whydon’tyoustayhereforamomentanddon’tmove.Iwillgoanddrivemycarover.Wheback,thingsshouldberesolvedandweleave.”

    Shouts,criesandsoundsoffightingsoundedihenightclub.ThethreebigguyssawthatJamazwastall,musdheavilybuiltandwouldnotbeeasilydefeated,sotheydrewouttheirknivesandsurroundedhim,cirgthreateningly.Takingthewileoablebytheneck,Jamazsmashedthebottomontheerofthetable,creatinguneven,jaggededgesassharpahastheteethofawildanimal.Withoutfurtheradoherushedatohemenandthrustthebottleathischestwithallhismight.Themanscreamedaotheground.Fromtheleft,thekheseanpluhisribs.Jamazkepthiscool.Blogthekhhisleftarm,hejabbedthebrokenbottleinhisrighthandstraightattheman’sthroatandthemanfellwithawhimper.Scaredoutofhiswitsthathewastheonlyoneremaining,thethirdmanknewhecouldnotpossiblywinandtriedtoescapebutitwastoote.Hisbackwastothewalndtherewasreat.IndesperationhemadeastditchstruggleandrushedatJamazwithhison.Jamazsteppedasidetolethimpassandthenrammedthejaggedbottlefiercelyintohisback.Themaothegroundunscious.Jamazthrewthebrokenbottletotheground,dustedhishandsandsauofthenightclubobliviousofhisdumbstriaudiewasonlyafterfiveorsixsedsthattheyrealizedwhathadhappenedandbrokeintoloudcheersforJamaz’sbravery.WhenSalinasawJamazstridevictoriouslyoutofthedoor,sherantohimandputherarmsaroundhiswaistasking,“Allsettled?”

    “Hmm”repliedJamaz,i.ghimtoherbodyeventighter,Salinacheeredandsaid,“You’rereallygreat!Youaremyhero!”

    “That’snothing”repliedJamaz.“IhaveabrotherwhoisjustasgoodandiseveerthanIam,”

    “Really?therebesuchaperson?Whoishe?Iseehim?”

    “Sure,butheisamonknowandhavenothingtodowithawoman.”

    JustthenRichardarriveddriviaxi.Thetwoofthemquicklygotinandtheydroveoffafewblocksawayfromthepolicewiththeirbzinglightsandscreamingsirens.

    Dimitrifeltpletelylostbetweenthedifferentspheresoftime.Thesebeforehiseyesshiftedoncemoreandheseemedtohavegonebacktoapreviousperiodoftime.Shadowsofveryfamiliarpeoplepassedbeforehim,hisgoodfriendsandbrothers,butwheretheheckwashe?Itlookedliketheabandardenorwasithislittlestudioapartmentthatprotectedhimfromtherainandwind?Hewasreallyfused.HesawRichardturningmbchopsonthegrill.Dropsoffatdrippingontothehotemberssizzledandhissedaingaromapermeatedtheair.

    “ItisstrawehavenotheardanythingfromDimitriyet”saidRichard.‘HehasbeenawayfromquitesometimenowandIamwwhenhewillreturn.Couldhereallybedead?”

    “Idon’tthinkheisdead”saidJamaz.“Ifit’shisturntodie,itisIwhoshoulddieinhispcebecauseIamnotafraidtodie.”

    “No,no,nobro”interruptedathirdmandressedasamonkwhowassittingcross-leggedbytheside.ItwasBig-O.“IfanyoneshoulddieinsteadofDimitriitshouldbeme.Mytwohandsaretaihtoomuchblood.Forme,deathmaybethereleaseIneedandmybestceatredemptiomedie.”Richard’smbchopwascookedtoperfeaoeat.HehaoMr.Kaffee,whorefusedsaying,“Nothankyou.I’vealreadyhadquiteafewpiedamalreadyfull.AtmyageIhavetobecarefuboutdiet.Toomuchmeatisbadformydigestionandwillmakemystomafortab