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Оглавление‘WAS THAT THEM?’ said Carr.
‘Fuck knows,’ said George.
They continued down the line of the wall until Calle Ribera turned right and they were into the marina.
‘Go firm,’ said Carr.
They both took a knee and listened and looked, covering their arcs as they did so.
Nothing.
At least, nothing but the sound of shouting and groaning from the beach behind them, and a distant wail of sirens.
Carr looked at his watch.
Three minutes since they’d clicked off the pistol safeties.
‘Must have been them,’ said Carr. ‘Let’s find your sister and Chloe.’
He jogged in the direction of the patch of sand that Alice had been occupying.
Jogged past the corpses of young children, elderly people, girls in bikinis, young men in dayglo shorts.
Past a man on his back staring sightlessly at the sky, a John Grisham novel still in his hand, the yellow sand dark with red blood.
Another slumped over a cool box, shot in the act of getting himself another beer.
‘Fucking hell,’ he whispered to himself.
He reached the spot.
Their towels were there, but there was no sign of either of the girls.
A wave of something like panic swept over him – a fear he didn’t recognise, because he’d never experienced it before.
And then a police vehicle drove onto the beach, and Carr thought he’d better drop the AK and put his hands up.
‘George,’ he shouted, over his shoulder. ‘Game over, son. Let them see you’re unarmed.’
