thedestroyer.slavesafari-第15部分

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of　the　peaceful…with…the…world。　That　she　slept　in　this　air…conditioned　room　under　that　satin　sheet　because　her　ancestors　had　carted　men　and　women　and　babies　across　an　ocean　in　the　hold　of　a　stinking　rat…infested　ship；　did　not　seem　to　intrude　on　her　sleep　at　all。　Butler　hated　her。
　He　stepped　back　and　from　his　pocket　took　a　small　foil…wrapped　packet。　Carefully　he　pinched　the　top　to　break　the　air…tight　seal。
　The　characteristic　smell　of　chloroform　rose　from　the　package　into　his　nostrils。　From　the　packet；　he　pulled　out　a　heavy　gauze　pad　soaked　with　the　drug；　and　carefully　put　the　foil　back　into　his　jacket。
　Quickly　he　moved　forward。　He　stood　alongside　the　girl　and　transferred　the　chloroform　pad　to　his　right　hand。　Then　he　reached　down　and　covered　the　girl's　nose　and　mouth　with　the　pad。　Hillary　Butler　bolted　upright　in　bed；　and　the　big　man　dropped　his　body　on　hers　to　hold　her　still。　She　thrashed　for　a　few　seconds；　her　eyes　wide　open　and　shocked；　trying　to　see　her　attacker；　but　only　able〃　to　see　the　glint　of　light　reflecting　off　a　golden　chain…link　ring　on　the　hand　that　covered　her　face。　Her　thrashing　slowed　down。　Finally；　she　was　still。
　Butler　stood　up　and　looked　down　at　the　unconscious　girl。　He　left　the　pad　on　her　face　and　methodically　began　to　search　the　room。
　He　carefully　went　through　a　clothes　closet　that　ran　the　length　of　one　wall；　looking　at　dresses　and　rejecting　them　until　he　found　one；　a　blue　and　white　jersey　shift　with　a　hand…made　label　from　an　exclusive　New　York　City　couturier。　He　made　sure　the　other　garments　were　hanging　neatly　before　he　closed　the　closet。　On　a　dressing　table；　he　saw　a　polished　ebony　wood　jewelry　box。　He　reached　inside　and　grabbed　a　handful　of　jewelry；　carried　it　to　the　room's　little　night　light；　and　inspected　it　He　took　an　engraved　golden　charm　bracelet　and　a　pair　of　gem　earrings。　The　rest　he　returned　to　the　box。
　Butler　rolled　up　the　blue　and　white　dress　and　stuck　it　under　the　belt　of　his　trousers。　The　jewelry　went　into　an　inside　jacket　pocket。
　At　the　bed；　he　pulled　the　chloroform　pad　off　the　girl's　face；　put　it　back　in　his　pocket；　then　lifted　the　girl　up　in　one　muscled　arm；　carrying　her　under　his　arm　like　a　rolled　up　set　of　blueprints　and　went　back　to　the　window。
　With　ease　that　surprised　him；　he　carried　the　girl　down。　Still　holding　her　under　one　arm；　he　moved　toward　the　line　of　trees　and　headed　back　for　the　roadway　where　his　car　waited。
　He　dumped　the　little　rich　girl　on　the　floor　in　the　back　of　the　car；　covered　her　with　a　blanket　and　then　drove　off　quickly。　He　didn't　want　to　be　stopped　by　any　policemen　wondering　what　a　black　in　a　rented　car　was　doing　in　this　section　of　the　county　at　almost　three　o'clock　in　the　morning。
　After　parking　hi　the　motel　lot　in　front　of　his　room；　Butler　placed　a　fresh　chloroform　pad　near　Hillary　Butler's　face；　then　went　inside　his　room　where　the　prostitute　was　still　unconscious。
　He　dressed　her　in　Hillary　Butler's　blue　and　white　dress；　then　put　on　the　stolen　jewelry。　The　charm　bracelet　engraved　on　the　back。　〃To　Hillary　Butler　from　Uncle　Laurie。〃　Earrings。　They　were　made　for　pierced　ears。　The　whore's　ears　were　not　pierced。　Butler　swore　under　his　breath。　Damn；　just　like　a　white　bitch；　not　to　have　holes　where　you　wanted　her　to。　He　rammed　the　point　of　one　earring　through　the　fleshy　lobe　of　the　unconscious　girl　who　did　〃hot　even　stir；　even　though　drops　of　blood　ran　down　her　ear　from　the　small　hole。　He　clipped　the　earring　hi　back　with　the　small　squeeze　lock　attachment；　then　fastened　the　other　earring　in　the　same　way。
　Butler　untied　the　girl's　ropes　and　stashed　them　in　his　small　suitcase。　From　a　back　partment　of　the　bag；　he　pulled　out　two　heavy　brown…colored　plastic　bags；　shaped　like　army　duffle　bags。
　He　stuffed　the　prostitute　into　one　of　them。　The　bag　locked　at　the　top　with　metal　snaps　but　there　was　enough　gap　in　the　closure　for　air　to　get　in。　General　William　Forsythe　Butler　took　the　other　bag　out　into　the　parking　lot。　There　was　no　one　in　sight。　Only　three　cars　were　parked　in　the　lot；　and　those　rooms　were　darkened；　their　occupants　probably　asleep。　Butler　opened　the　back　door　of　the　Buick；　reached　in　and　began　to　feed　Hillary　Butler　into　the　bag。　He　handled　her　without　tenderness；　breaking　the　strap　of　her　light　nylon　nightgown。　The　gown　slid　down；　revealing　a　creamy　white　well…formed　breast。　Butler　laid　his　black　hand　on　her　breast；　feeling　its　warmth；　looking　in　the　dim　light　at　the　contrast　between　her　skin　and　his。　He　tweaked　the　end　of　the　breast　viciously；　and　the　girl　flinched　in　her　stupor。　He　grimaced　to　himself　as　he　released　her。　Get　used　to　it；　honey；　he　thought。　There's　gonna　be　more　where　that　came　from。　Your　family's　got　a　three…hundred…year…old　bill　to　pay；　and　payment's　gonna　e　right　out　of　your　fine　white　hide。
　Butler　closed　the　bag　with　the　snaps；　then　again　glancing　around　the　lot；　slipped　back　into　his　room；　picked　up　the　bag　containing　the　street　girl　and　carried　that　back　to　the　car。　He　tossed　her　into　the　back　seat　on　top　of　Hillary　Butler。
　Then　he　cleaned　everything　out　of　the　room　and　left；　wiping　all　the　doorknobs　free　of　prints；　and　leaving　the　key　in　the　door　of　the　room。
　Fifteen　minutes　later；　his　rented　car　was　parked　in　a　black　unlit　street；　a　scant　hundred　yards　from　the　pier　where　the　Liberian　freighter　was　now　ing　to　life；　preparing　to　sail。
　Butler　locked　the　doors　of　his　car　and　went　looking　for　the　captain。　He　found　him　on　the　bridge　of　the　ship　and　whispered　a　few　words　to　him。
　The　captain　called　a　sailor　to　him　and　talked　to　him　softly。　〃Your　keys；〃　the　captain　asked　Butler。　Butler　gave　them　to　the　sailor　who　turned　away。
　Ten　minutes　later；　he　was　down　on　dockside　below　the　ship　with　a　big　steamer　trunk　on　a　forklift。
　〃Carry　that　trunk　to　my　cabin；〃　the　captain　told　another　sailor；　who　scurried　down　the　gangplank　and　helped　the　other　lug　the　heavy　trunk　aboard。
　Butler　waited　a　few　minutes；　then　went　to　the　captain's　cabin。
　The　trunk　was　neatly　in　the　middle　of　the　floor。　Butler　opened　it　and　roughly　yanked　the　plastic　bag　out　of　the　trunk。　He　opened　the　clips　on　top；　glanced　in　and　saw　the　prostitute　wearing　Hillary　Butler's　blue　and　white　dress。　Carefully；　he　pulled　the　plastic　bag　down　until　the　girl's　face　and　shoulders　were　free。
　Butler　looked　around　the　cabin。　On　a　small　table　near　the　captain's　big　bed　was　a　fourteen…in…long　bronze　statuette。　Butler　hefted　it　in　his　hand。　It　was　heavy　enough。
　He　walked　back　and　knelt　alongside　the　unconscious　whore。　How　peaceful　she　looked；　he　thought；　as　he　raised　the　heavy　statuette　over　his　head　and　slammed　it　down　with　the　force　of　a　hammer　into　the　girl's　face。
　Butler　was　thorough。　He　shattered　her　teeth；　broke　her　facial　bones；　and　for　good　measure　broke　one　of　the　bones　in　her　left　arm。
　He　stood　up；　puffing　slightly　from　the　exertion。　The　carpet　on　the　floor　was　spattered　with　gore；　and　with　a　towel　from　the　captain's　private　bathroom；　he　mopped　it　up　as　best　he　could；　then　washed　the　statuette　clean。　He　noted　what　looked　like　specks　of　blood　imbedded　in　the　link　design　of　his　gold　ring；　and　carefully　washed　it　out　under　running　water。
　Butler　snapped　the　dead　girl　back　into　the　bag　but　left　it　on　the　rug　in　the　middle　of　the　floor。　Before　leaving　the　room；　he　checked　to　make　sure　Hillary　Butler　was　still　alive　in　her　plastic　cage；　then　slammed　the　lid　of　the　heavy　trunk　shut。
　Back　on　the　bridge；　Butler　called　the　captain　to　one　side。　From　his　inside　jacket　pocket；　he　took　an　envelope　containing　5；000　in　hundreds。
　〃Here；〃　he　said。　〃Your　fee。〃
　The　captain　pocketed　it　and　then　looked　again　at　Butler　with　a　bland　open　face。
　〃What　do　I　do　this　time　to　earn　it？〃
　〃There　is　a　bag　on　the　floor　of　your　cabin；〃　Butler　said。　〃When　your　ship　is　underway　ten　minutes　and　it　is　still　dark；　dump　its　contents　overboard。　It　would　be　best　if　you　were　to　do　it　yourself。　Your　crew　should　not　know。〃
　The　captain　nodded。
　〃And　there　is　a　trunk　in　your　room。　Inside　there　is　another　bag　with　another　set　of　contents。　You　will　follow　our　usual　procedure　with　that；　turning　the　trunk　over　to　my　man　who　will　meet　you　at　your　next　port。　He　will　fly　it　to　Busati。〃
　〃I　see；〃　the　captain　said。
　Butler　reached　into　his　pocket　and　withdrew　a　half　dozen　of　the　foil　packages　of　chloroform　pads。　〃Take　these；〃　he　said。　〃They　may　be　helpful　in　keeping　your　cargo。。。　let　us　say；　pliable。〃
　The　captain　stuck　the　packs　in　his　pocket　〃Thank　you。　By　the　way；〃　he　said；　with　a　small　smile　at　the　corners　of　his　mouth；　〃May　I　make　use　of　this　cargo？〃
　The　Busati　chief　of　staff　thought　a　moment；　thought　of　Hillary　Butler；　thought　of　her　warm　white　breast；　thought　of　her　next　home　in　the　house　behind　the　pearl　door　button；　and　shook　his　head。　〃Not　this　time；　Captain；〃　he　said。　Hillary　Butler　was　the　last　one；　and　random　rape　simply　would　not　do。　There　just　was　not　enough　terror　in　it；　at　least　not　for　one　whose　ancestors　had　given　his　ancestors　their　slave　name。　Nothing　but　gang　rape　under　his　own　personal　supervision　would　suffice。　For　a　starter。
　〃Sorry；〃　he　said。
　The　captain　shrugged。
　〃Now　don't　forget　with　the　other　bag；〃　Butler　said。　〃Ten　minutes　out　to　sea；　dump　her。　The　current　should　run　her　ashore　sometime　tomorrow。〃
　〃It　shall　be　as　you　say；　Colonel。〃　
　〃Oh；　by　the　way；　it's　General　now。　I've　been　promoted。〃
　〃I'm　sure　you're　worthy。〃
　〃I　try　to　be；〃　Butler　said。
　He　took　his　car　keys；　trotted　lightly　down　the　gangplank　and　returned　。to　his　car。　For　the　first　time　since　he'd　reached　America；　he　turned　his　air　conditioner　up　high。
　Two　hours　later；　he　was　back　in　the　707　jet；　on　his　way　home　to　Busati。
　The　last　name　on　his　list；　he　thought。　The　legend　was　ing　true。
　For　a　moment；　a　random　thought　of　that　American　Remo　and　the　elderly　Oriental　intruded　on　his　mind；　but　he　rejected　it。　By　now；　they　would　either　be　out　of　Busati　or　in　the　custody　of　the　troops；　in　which　case　he　would　see　that　they　were　exiled　from　the　country　for　good。　The　Loni　legend　was　to　be　his　alone　to　fulfill。
　
　CHAPTER　NINE　
　〃Once　we　lived　in　palaces。　Our　buildings　stretched　to〃　the　clouds。　Our　land　was　rich　and　we　were　at　peace。〃
　The　girl　turned　away　from　Remo　who　lay　on　his　back　on　a　hillock；　chewing　a　piece　of　grass。　〃And　now；　this　is　our　world；〃　sh