Dawn Patrol - Don Winslow [127]
Boone paddles after her to catch the wave and ride it with her, all the way in to the beach, except, as he looks ahead, there is no shore, only an endless blue ocean and a wave that rolls forever.
He paddles hard, trying to catch her, desperate to catch her, but he can’t. She’s too strong, the wave is too fast, and he can make no headway. It makes no sense to him: He’s Boone Daniels; there is no wave he cannot catch, but he can’t catch this wave, and then he’s crying, in rage and frustration, until his chest aches and big salty tears pour down his face to return to the sea and he gives up and lies on his board.
Exhausted, heartbroken.
Rain turns to him and smiles.
Says, This isn’t your wave.
Her smile turns to sunshine and she’s gone.
Over the break.
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“Where did you go?” Johnny asks.
“I was just out surfing,” Boone says. “I saw the girl … Did she …”
“She made it,” Johnny says.
Boone smiles and lays his head back on the pillow. The pain in his melon is amazing, an evil combo plate of a vicious hangover and a board bounce off the skull.
“The doctors weren’t so sure about you, B,” Johnny says. “Whether you were going to come home from the Enchanted Forest. I thought I was going to have to do that paddle-out for you after all.”
It had been a hell of a scene out there.
Boone out on the ground.
The little girl in shock.
Tammy Roddick bleeding from a bullet wound. She had saved the girl’s life, absorbing most of the bullet’s force before it passed through her into Luce. Now Tammy’s in a bed down the hallway, not far from the little girl, and they’re both going to be all right.
They weren’t the only wounded. A couple of mojados went seriously John Woo on the snakeheads with a shotgun and a machete, though Terry Gilman didn’t think she had enough evidence to make an arrest for that, and, in all the confusion, the mojados managed to drift away from the scene.
Also on the plus side, Dan Silver with a hole in his chest you could push your fist through. Which was a temptation, except he was already DOA.
Grandfather, Johnny thinks.
I should have known Grandfather wouldn’t allow the family honor to be stained without doing something about it. And, boy, he did.
Harrington fixed the scene. Put the pistol in Dan Silver’s hand and asked Grandfather questions that would elicit only answers that pointed to self-defense. Which, in a roundabout way, it was. You take an old man’s honor, it’s as good as killing him.
“Hey,” Johnny says now.
“What?” Boone asks.
“Don’t go back to sleep,” Johnny says. “You have to stay awake.”
Boone opens his eyes and looks around the room. It’s crowded. Dave, Sunny, Hang, Tide, Cheerful. Pete’s there, too. The nurses had objected, of course, tried to get them all out of there. But Tide had plopped himself down in a chair and asked, “You gonna move me?”
“Not without a derrick,” the nurse said.
So the crew stayed. All through the long hours when it was touch-and-go, when Beth came in, took a look at Boone’s chart, and told Johnny not to get his hopes up, and one of the other doctors took Cheerful aside and asked him if Boone had a living will.
“A living will?” Cheerful asked. “He doesn’t have a checkbook.”
Hang was inconsolable. Sat in a chair with his head down, staring at the floor. Dave squatted next to him and said, “Boone’s too stupid to die from a few blows to the head. If Silver had clubbed his ass, then we’d have something to worry about.”
“I was mad at him,” Hang said. “He waved at me, but I blew him off.”
“He knows you love him,” Sunny said. “He loves you, too.”
Hang put his face into her shoulder and sobbed.
A few seconds later, Tide said, “Hey, not so loud—you wanna wake him up?”
Which at least made them all laugh. At some point, Sunny had left the room to go out and get coffee for people, when she saw Petra in the hallway. Petra saw her, started to walk away, but Sunny caught up with her. “Where are you going?”
“I don’t want to intrude.”
“You’re not,” Sunny said. “Come on, I could