Wen Spencer Ukiah 2 Taintet Trail

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The Blazer met the truck mere feet from Sam, catching it in the front quarter
panel. The truck's driver turned as they collided, and the vehicles veered off
at an angle, front ends grinding metal into shreds as they fought. Shoved
sideways by the truck's momentum, the Blazer broadsided Sam's bike with its
backend, smashing the motorcycle over. Sam herself was tumbled across the
pavement and came up with her pistol in hand.
"How is she?" Max cried as the Blazer bucked and shuddered.
"She's up!" Ukiah said. "And she looks pissed."
"Ha! That's my girl!" Max shouted.
The truck tore free, wheeling tightly to the left, plowing over small shrubs
in its way. It gained the asphalt again, and raced toward the loop at the end
of the parking lot, which would bring it back past
Kraynak as its only way out. Ukiah scanned for Kraynak and saw the big
policeman staggering in the middle of the lane. His white shirt was stained
red.
"Kraynak!" Ukiah flung open his door and sprang out, unheeding of Max's
startled call. "Kraynak, move!"
Kraynak wavered in place, pressing his left hand to his bleeding side wound.
Ukiah ran. Out the corner of his eye, he saw the truck loop around, heading
toward Kraynak. He wasn't going to make it. Sam's nine millimeter thundered
behind him, punching stars through the truck's windshield. The night was
filled with sirens, but everyone was going to be too late.
The truck roared toward them. He reached out for Kraynak, caught him, spun,
flinging himself shoulder-first for the truck's hood.
The truck hit them with a force that made the fall from the cliff seem gentle.
The top of the grille clipped him first, sending him rolling across the hood
with Kraynak in his arms. He smashed against the windshield and then
rebounded, sliding off to the driver's side. The driver's mirror caught him as
he fell groundward, knocking him finally unconscious.
CHAPTER NINE
Red Lion Hotel's Parking Lot, Pendleton Oregon
Friday, August 27, 2004
He came to still trying to escape.
Max had him pinned against a wall, hands framing his face, looking into his
eyes. "Come on, son.
Come back to me. I need you awake."
Ukiah blinked, surprised to find his eyes already open when a moment before he
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had been unconscious. "Max?"
Max grinned. "Ah, there you are! Good boy."
Trapped by Max's hands, Ukiah flicked his eyes about to orient himself. He was
pressed against the wall surrounding the outdoor pool, downhill of the parking
lot where a frantic knot of paramedics worked on Kraynak. "Kraynak? Sam?"
"Sam's fine. I don't know about Kraynak yet. You kept running, so I figured I
better nail you down first."
"Yeah." That did seem like a good idea.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. Thanks. How are you?"
"Ukiah," Max said sternly, leaning closer to take up Ukiah's entire range of
vision. "How. Are.
You?"
"Oh. How am I?" Ukiah considered. "I hurt real bad. I should lie down before I
fall down."
"Are you going to live?"
"Yeah." He said. "I think. Yeah, probably."
Max kept a light hold of his arm and guided him to their second rental car.
"If you think you're going to drop for whatever reason, you tell me. Okay?"
"Okay, Max."
"Do you trust her?" Max unlocked the car and opened the back seat, motioning
Ukiah inside.
"Who?" It was a relief to lie down in the dark interior.
"Killington. Sam." Max opened the back, found a blanket and tossed it forward
so it landed on
Ukiah.
"I don't know. Do you?"
Max sorted through their gear in the back. "Oh, kid, I've crossed the line
with her. I can't see her clearly. I'm seeing what I want to see, and I can't
trust that, not with your life."
Ukiah tried for a shrug and winced when the motion lanced pain through him.
"She hasn't lied to us since that first one, about being a reporter."
"I should go with Kraynak. There's no telling how hurt he is. People have died
while the hospital tried to find next of kin to okay surgery. I'm the only one
in this town who knows shit about him."
"I can come with you."
"No, no, no." Max closed the back and came around to the open back door. He
had a sixty-four-ounce bottle of Gatorade, still warm from being in the hot
car all day. "We can't risk anyone who knows exactly how hurt you were the
first time getting a second look at you. Right now the hospital thinks you're
recuperating, and everyone else figures you weren't as hurt as you seemed."
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