Twenty-Nine
Monday, December 20
Offshore of Roatan
As Eva headed west toward the Parrot Tree marina where a madman held her mother hostage, she mentally worked through her Vovinam forms, first with the knife, then with the axe, and finally with the fan. She also walked herself through Vovinam’s self-defense throws and locks.
When Mel first introduced her to this Vietnamese martial art, it had appealed to her deeply. It was a scrappy mode of protection that could use almost any object and any position to its advantage. Anything she could grip in her hand could be used as a shield. From any position she could find leverage to protect herself. Traditional martial arts that emphasized punching and kicking, like tae kwon do and karate, were useless if you were knocked to the ground, but Vov
