Sam Harris Adventure Box Set

by P J Skinner

  ‘Segundo? Do you understand what she is saying?’

  ‘She’s speaking Quechua. She says that you will have a long life with children.’

  Gloria snatched her hand back, furious and upset, but the woman did not stop talking.

  ‘She is telling you to be careful. Great danger awaits in the mountains. You should turn back.’

  Sam felt a chill down her spine which spread to her arms. The hairs stood on end. If she had been superstitious, she would have taken the hint.

  ‘Silly old woman. Let’s go,’ said Gloria revving the engine. It cut out.

  ‘The spirits are trying to tell us something,’ said Sam, only half in jest.

  Gloria turned the key and restarted the engine. She sped out of town without a word. Sam felt terrible. It was so predictable and yet she fell right into the trap. She should have known that all fortune tellers predict happy marriages and children for women. Give the customer what they want. Damn! Gloria smoked three cigarettes in a row, lighting the next one from the embers of the last. She drove with grim determination alone with her thoughts, worry etched on her face. Alfredo must still be alive, he had to be. A double death would be too much for her to bear. Sam resisted the temptation to put her hand on Gloria’s shoulder and give it a squeeze.

  Finally, they reached the crash site outside Lago Verde. It could still be identified by the police tape which wafted in the breeze, tangled in the grasses on the roadside. There was a bulldozer working above the road. It appeared to be opening an entrance to a hacienda further up the hill. They got out of the car and approached the cliff edge. The burnt-out wreck of Alfredo’s car had been found on a rock shelf, supported by some bushes about fifty metres down. The cliffs were still blackened by the flames from the fire. The police had reported that the car was likely to have been pushed over the edge as there were no skid marks on the road to indicate an accident. The bushes had prevented the vehicle from plunging to the bottom of the cliff and remaining unreachable for days.

  ‘This doesn’t tell us much,’ said Sam.

  ‘Now there’s a surprise,’ said Segundo, turning away.

  Sam was composing a reply when there was a roaring noise from above. They turned towards it and saw a landslide coming down the slope towards them. Sam threw herself to one side and Segundo and Gloria to the other. Gloria screamed as she was hit by a rock and she fell to the ground. Segundo rushed to help her move away. Material kept falling onto the road, separating them from Sam who was trapped on the far side.

  ‘Are you okay, Sam?’ said Segundo, who could no longer see her through the dust and dirt.

  ‘Yes, I think so.’

  Suddenly, there was the noise of a car sliding to a halt along the gravel on Sam’s side of the landslide and doors being opened. Segundo could hear Sam shouting. ‘Hey! Let me go. Help! Segundo, I am being kidnapped. It’s them. Do something.’

  But Segundo was more concerned about the possibility of Gloria being crushed by a rockfall. His first duty was to Hernan Sanchez and he had to get Gloria to a hospital.

  ‘I’ll be back, Sam. Be strong.’

  ‘No, don’t leave me here.’

  But it was too late. A rough hand pushed a rag over her face and she went limp. She was bundled into a car and driven away. Gloria heard the engine and tried to stand up.

  ‘What’s wrong? Where’s Sam?’

  ‘Don’t you worry about her. I’ll be back to rescue both Sam and Alfredo.’

  ‘But Segundo, we can’t leave them here.’

  ‘You need to go to hospital. I think you have a broken arm. I must tell your father.’

  ‘What happened to Sam?’

  ‘Someone took her away. I don’t think the landslide was an accident.’

  ‘They could’ve killed us. I don’t want to leave Sam with those people.’

  ‘We’ve got to get you to hospital. Trust me, Miss Sanchez. Everything will be fine.’

  ***

  Segundo strapped Gloria up with a towel and helped her into the front seat of the car. Once she was comfortable, he got in and drove to the main road. Every bump on the road made her grunt in pain but she did not complain.

  ‘Are you okay, Miss Sanchez?’ said Segundo.

  ‘Drive faster. You have to go back for Sam.’

  ‘I can’t drive fast. Your arm...’

  ‘Forget my arm. I’m ordering you to speed up.’

  Gloria was sick again on the way to the hospital but Segundo did not stop. He handed her a box of tissues without comment. Finally, they arrived at the nearest large town. It was on the main Andes corridor further south of Calderon. It had the advantage of having a local airport as well as a hospital so Hernan Sanchez could fly there without the discomfort of a long drive. Segundo drove up to the hospital and ran inside to get help. He was covered in dirt from the landslide and he had trouble convincing the paramedics to come outside. When they went to find Gloria, she had managed to slide out of the car seat and was smoking a cigarette with her good arm. Her bad arm hung by her side at a funny angle.

  ‘Stop fussing, Segundo,’ she said. ‘I’m perfectly fine.’

  ‘You need to put out that cigarette if you’re coming in,’ said the paramedic.

  ‘Have you got a private room?’

  ‘Yes, madam. Have you got a credit card?’

  ‘My father is Hernan Sanchez.’

  ‘We still need your card.’

  Once Gloria was taken into accident and emergency for treatment on her arm, Segundo rang Hernan Sanchez.

  ‘Hello Don Sanchez, it’s me, Segundo.’

  ‘Segundo, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon. Is there a problem?’

  ‘Not exactly, sir. There was a landslide in the road and Gloria was hurt.’

  ‘Hurt? How bad is it?’

  ‘Sir, she’s okay. It’s only a fracture in her left arm.’

  ‘Oh God, I knew it was too dangerous. I should never have let her go.’

  ‘Did you have any choice, sir?’

  Hernan laughed. ‘No, I guess I didn’t. She’s as stubborn as me. What about Sam?

  ‘I’m afraid the landslide was done on purpose. Someone separated her from us and took her away in a car.’

  ‘Was it them?’

  ‘I don’t know, sir, but it can’t have been a coincidence.’

  ‘This is terrible. Where are you? Is there an airport nearby?’

  ‘We’re in Llanos. The medics told me that there is a daily flight from Calderon at about midday. You could come tomorrow and visit Gloria, but I must go back today and look for Sam and Alfredo. I remember the lie of the land from when you and me built that road.’

  ‘That was a long time ago. I hope you can get there in time.’

  ‘If it’s okay with you, I’m going to set out now for Lago Verde. I need to do surveillance on the laboratory in San Blas, so that I can find out how many men are there and work out a plan. Don’t worry about me. Thirty men wouldn’t stop me from rescuing Miss Sam and Mr Alfredo.’

  ‘Be careful, Segundo. You’re family to me. I’ll get the first flight out there tomorrow morning. Gloria will be fine until then, so please go and get the others.’

  ‘Thank you, Don Sanchez. I’m proud to work for you. You will not be disappointed.’

  Segundo hung up the phone and went in to see Gloria who was sitting up in bed with her arm in plaster. She had a purple bruise on her cheekbone.

  ‘Miss Sanchez, I’ve to go now. I won’t come back unless I have Dr Alfredo and Miss Sam with me. Your father will take the next flight. He should be here tomorrow morning.’

  ‘Segundo, don’t worry about me. Time is of the essence. Good luck.’

  CHAPTER XXV

  Sam woke up in the back of the car as they were driving through San Blas. Her head was spinning and she wasn’t certain she was awake. When she forced open her eyes, she thought that she was hallucinating. She saw what looked like dolls’ h
ouses through the windows of the car. Trying to sit up, she attracted the attention of Boris Klein who shoved her roughly down so that she was prone on the back seat. Her arm felt sore, as if she had been vaccinated. Had a rock from the landslide hit her? The landslide! Where was Gloria and why was she in a car with people she had never seen before? What the hell was going on?

  ‘Where am I? Who are you?’

  ‘Shut up! Stay quiet and we won’t hurt you,’ said Frans Schmidt.

  ‘What happened?’

  ‘The earth moved,’ said Boris Klein and laughed, an evil choking sound.

  She lay without moving, trying to check her limbs for damage. Reviewing her surroundings, she looked for a weapon or some form of escape. To her horror, there appeared to be blood in the stitching channel on the seat near her face.

  ‘Whose blood is this?’

  ‘It will be yours if you don’t keep quiet.’

  The men sniggered at Klein’s joke. Sam spotted her rucksack on the floor under the front passenger seat. Carefully she pulled it towards her and edged the zip open. She slipped her hand into the main pocket and searched for her penknife. At the bottom of the bag she felt a box. What on earth was that? And then she remembered. She took it out of the rucksack and removed the zapper, which she shoved down her sock. Putting her hand back into the rucksack she found the penknife which she put in the side pocket of her khaki trousers. She found some chocolate but she knew they would smell it if she unwrapped it so she left it in the bag.

  They drove out of town and stopped on the edge of a forest. Sam saw the trees and decided to make a run for it. She pulled hard on the door handle as they slowed down but the child locks were on. It didn’t stay shut for long. Boris Klein opened it and pulled her along the seat by her t-shirt which pulled up over her breasts exposing them to his lustful stare. She grabbed it and pulled it down again, her fury making her strong.

  ‘I wouldn’t bother,’ he said, ‘I can have you any time I want.’

  He put his hands under her arms and pulled her out onto the ground. The impact dispelled any illusions she had of escape.

  ‘Stand up,’ he said, ‘and go into that doorway.’

  ‘What doorway?’

  But now she could see a dark crack opening in the hill and fluorescent lighting in a passageway that led into it.

  ‘Can I bring my rucksack?’

  ‘Do you think I’m stupid?’ He grabbed it and shook out the contents, removing the camera and her passport and leaving her with the chocolate and teabags and some clean underwear.

  ‘Take it!’ He shoved her hard and she stumbled towards the door. The fact that they had been right about the secret building was no comfort as they entered and the door closed behind them.

  ***

  Segundo drove back to the place in the road that had been blocked by the landslide. His concern for Gloria, and his preoccupation with the fate of Sam and Alfredo was such, that he drove straight past it. This was facilitated by the fact that the blockage had already been cleared and had been pushed off the road and down the same cliff as Alfredo’s car. It wasn’t until several kilometres down the road that he realised what had happened. This was Segundo’s first experience with German efficiency. But why had they cleared the road when the landslide was doing a great job of preventing people from going to San Blas? They must be planning to make a getaway in the near future or they would have left the blockage where it was. There was no other way in or out of the area. The Nazis must be aware that the people who were looking for them now knew where they were. It could not be long before they made a break for it. He had to move fast.

  The lights of Lago Verde were welcoming after two long days and he decided to get something to eat and go straight to bed. He headed for the inn where he had stayed years before and was relieved to find that it was still in business. He wasn’t certain when he would sleep again and he wanted to be rested before the final struggle. The owner took one look at him and served up a huge dinner with mountains of rice and chicken followed by big slices of banana bread and coffee. After he had eaten the food on the table, he went up to his room and shut the door. He lay in bed rubbing his distended belly and groaning with pleasure. He couldn’t escape feelings of guilt regarding his treatment of Sam. Having been rude to her because he felt usurped, he had not even acknowledged her efforts to include him in the mission. He resolved to be less hard on her when he rescued her. Don Sanchez was right, he was a caveman.

  ***

  Alfredo couldn’t believe his ears. He rushed over to the door of his room and put his ear against the metal.

  ‘Let me go, you arsehole. Where is Alfredo? What have you done with him?’

  ‘Sam?’ he said, and then louder. ‘Sam, is that you?’

  ‘Alfredo? Let go of me you bastard!’

  ‘Boris, let the woman see her friend. It may calm her down a bit.’ Dr Becker’s velvet tones seemed to have the required effect. Sam stopped shouting. There was the noise of a key in the lock of his door. Alfredo jumped backwards. The door swung open. Sam stood there, dishevelled and furious, with her eyes blazing. She shook herself free of Boris Klein’s grip.

  ‘Alfredo! I thought you were dead. We did. I mean…’ Despite herself she burst into tears and stood sobbing in the passageway, arms hanging by her sides. Alfredo stepped out of his room and put his arms around her. Hot tears transferred to his cheeks.

  ‘What are you doing in Sierramar?’ he asked.

  ‘Looking for you,’ she snivelled.

  ‘But how did you find me?’ he said, astonished. ‘I can’t believe it.’

  ‘It’s a long story,’ she said.

  ‘Unfortunately, not one that’s going to have a happy ending,’ said Klein.

  ‘How crass you are, Boris. Let them have their moment. There aren’t many left for Dr Vargas.’ Becker turned to go back to the laboratory. ‘And get them some food,’ he said.

  Klein shoved them into Alfredo’s room and slammed the door. He could be heard muttering as he walked away.

  Sam pulled away from Alfredo and inspected him.

  ‘You look like shit,’ she said.

  ‘Thanks. You don’t look so hot yourself. How did you get here? Where is Gloria? Is she with you?’

  ‘She is with Segundo. We were on our way to rescue you when we got separated by a landslide engineered by the Nazis. I think she was hurt but not badly.’

  ‘Poor Gloria. She’s such a heroine, no wonder I love her. So where are they now?’

  ‘Segundo took her to hospital. He will get her to safety before he comes for us. What on earth is going on here? It’s like a bad horror movie.’

  ‘You’ve almost hit the nail on the head there. Let’s eat first. I think you’ll need your strength for what I’m about to tell you.’

  ***

  Sam nearly threw up her food when Alfredo told her about Saul’s demise.

  ‘But why did they kill him?’

  ‘They didn’t need him anymore. He may have been fatally injured. Besides, he was a Jew, worthless in their new world. They were never going to waste time saving him.’

  ‘They are using his fingers to practice making Hitler?’

  ‘Yes, that about sums it up. They cut Hitler’s finger off when he committed suicide and they had preserved it since then while they perfect their cloning techniques. Dr Becker has been most forthcoming about the plans, since he is planning to kill me too. We’ve freaked them out by finding their hideout. They’re making plans to leave.’

  ‘To leave? When?’

  ‘Who knows? They can’t go before they complete their mission.’

  ‘But how will they do that? They don’t have the time to bring anyone here so they can use her womb. Where will they…’ Sam stopped talking. It had become crystal clear to her why they had kidnapped her.

  ‘Oh my God, Alfredo, they are going to use me as Hitler’s mother.’

  ‘Don’t be absurd. You aren’t
German. Why would they use you?’

  ‘I’m Aryan stock, according to them. They don’t have any choice.’

  ‘How do we stop them?’

  ‘I think I may have the solution, but I don’t think it will save us.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘I’m pregnant. They can’t inseminate me if I’m already carrying a baby.’

  ‘Jesus, Sam, when did this happen? Are you positive? You don’t look pregnant. In fact, you look skinny.’

  Sam didn’t want to tell him about the sad days when he was thought to be dead, and food tasted like cardboard, and their appetites died too. Normally she would have been glad to lose weight. Simon was always grumbling about her eating habits. He liked her to be slim.

  ‘Is that awful Simon the father?’

  ‘I’m afraid so. Never mind him. What are we going to do? Segundo will be back in a couple of days. We must try to stay alive until then.’

  ‘And your baby?’

  ‘Let’s not mention it again in case they hear us.’

  ‘But…’

  ‘No buts.’ She made a zipping motion with her fingers across her mouth.

  ***

  Kurt Becker sat alone in his laboratory looking at the frosted canister in front of him dripping onto the counter top. It had come down to this. More than forty years of secrecy and planning was now going to culminate in a rushed trial that was almost certain to fail. He had procrastinated for years because he was terrified of failure. What if he destroyed the finger with no result?

  Now there was no alternative. They couldn’t guarantee they could get the canister out of the country without it defrosting. There were too many risks now that people were searching for them. Sierramar had been wonderful for many reasons but when it came down to it, it was too primitive. The electricity supply was unreliable, the water got cut off, the roads were often blocked. They could no longer rely on the village of San Blas as their cover. It was ironic that the Jew and his friend Dr Vargas had no idea what they were walking into and had destroyed their project by coincidence after they had been safe in plain sight for so many years.