Get Charlie Noah

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Bong stopped the jeep and turned off the engine. It continued to splutter and fart and back-fire in defiance to whatever he did with the ignition key. Ben stepped over the wired up door and pulled out his duffel bag. The view back to the coast was breath taking from this height. He glanced up through the coconut palm lined track to the top of the mountain. 'Are you sure you can't drive me up there?'

Bong opened his shirt. 'You see my hair?'

'Yes, I can see your hair.'

'It fall off if I go up there and that is nothing. My dick also fall off.'

'How dreadful. What will happen to mine if I go up there?'

'For you to see.' Bong jumped turned his jeep around and clutch started it as it raced down the hill, spurting, exploding and belching fire and smoke from somewhere underneath.

Ben picked up his duffel bag and began to walk towards the top of the hill. This would be good for his legs although it was a damn steep hill. He was a lather of sweat by the time he reached a high coral wall stretching left and right for a short distance into the jungle and a closed timber gate. Tall coconut palm trees lined the driveway leading to the huge white timber house beyond. There was a raised courtyard to his right with tables and chairs which overlooked the ocean far below. Other than the ocean breeze through the coconut palms, there was no other sound. The gate was closed but unlocked. There was a large hand painting attached to one side of the gate. It depicted a very large dog with long white teeth chomping into the leg of a helpless man lying on the ground. Nice. He pulled the slide bolt across, opened the gate and walked through, his thick soled running shoes crunching on the crushed coral driveway. He closed the gate and pushed the slide bolt home. No dogs yet but some of them had a way of creeping up on you and launching a surprise attack. Depended on the breed. He knew how to deal with attacking dogs...usually resulting in fatal consequences for the dogs.

If Charlie was in the house she would have seen him by now. He picked up the duffel bag and walked slowly towards the impressive structure. It had two storeys with a bright blue tin roof. The entrance to the doorway was smothered on each side with bright red and purple bougainvillea. As he walked towards the timber steps leading up to the front door she stepped out of the jungle to his right. The large rifle in her hands was pointed to the sky. She was wearing a bright red flowing cotton dress, black sandals and her long black hair flowed out behind her in the ocean breeze. Ben dropped his duffel bag. She walked to him, her pace quickening as she got closer. She launched herself into his arms. The rifle hit him in the back of the head as she wrapped her arms around him. He didn't mind. Her urgent kiss left any other kind of pain well in the background. She moved her head back to look up at him with her electric blue eyes. 'You found me.'

'Looks like I did.'

'I didn't think you would come.'

'I saw your mirror note and the blood on the stairs. I had a feeling you might be in some trouble Charlie.'

'Not any more I'm not.'

'We'll have to see about that.'

'I know all about you Ben. I think the odds are very much in my favour.'

Ben stepped back and bent down to his duffel bag. He pulled out her white bikini. 'I thought you might need this.'

She took the bikini out of his hand and threw it casually over her shoulder. 'I don't think I really need that silly little thing.'

Ben took the rifle out of her hands. 'Where did you get this?'

'It goes with the house. World War Two relic I think but it's in prime condition I think. Welcome to Ruby Cottage.'