Thirty-Three
Monday, December 20
Parrot Tree Lagoon
Eva heard a familiar voice over her, but a ringing in her head prevented her from making out the words. Cold sand was underneath her. She moved her hands—they were unbound now—and reflexively covered her face, protecting herself from further blows. Then she brought her knees to her chest, ready to kick.
She squinted through her arms. The bright sunlight seared her retinas, but she saw two men standing over her. She had to use all her concentration to make out their conversation.
“Take her to the hospital in Mel’s truck,” said one. His voice sounded deep and familiar. She could fall back to sleep listening to that voice, but she resisted the deep desire to close her eyes and drift away forever.
“Ja,” said the second man. “But where a
