el.angeleyes-第5节
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〃Who the fuck 〃
The glint； dark and evil； of machine pistols。
〃Madre de Dios！〃 Ariel breathed。 He grabbed her hand； pulled her out of the circle of light。 They began to stumble their way back down the tunnel。
The light flashed wildly； illuminating the tunnel in rhythmic bursts； casting their distorted shadows against me rough stone walls。 They heard swift footfalls behind them。
〃They're ing after us！〃 Tori said。
Ariel said nothing； pulling her after him down the twisting tunnel。 They gained a flight of steps； raced down them。 But they could hear the heavy footfalls； the panting breaths that told them their pursuers were gaining on them。 Tori wondered what in God's name he had led her into。
〃Faster！〃 Ariel's voice barked from out of the darkness。 〃If they catch us； they'll kill us！〃
We'll never outrun them。 Tori thought as they rushed past an open archway。 Impulsively； she reached out； grabbed Ariel； brought him up short。
〃What…〃
''In here！'' she whispered in his ear； and ducking down； they entered the pitch…blackness beyond the portal。
It smelled musty； and Tori could hear the scrabbling of tiny nails against loose rock。 Ariel used his hands like a blind man； feeling the wall； following its contours。
Light flared behind them and they both froze； then it faded； and they continued on their way in the darkness； into another； smaller chamber； then a third； even smaller one。
For the first time Tori failed to scent a flow of air； and she was suddenly afraid that they had worked themselves into a dead end。 On the other hand； ing in here had thrown their pursuers off their trail。 She began to relax somewhat。
Light returned again to the outer corridor； and now she could hear voices talking in Japanese。 The light increased so that the edges of it spilled into the chamber they were in。
Tori looked around； she had been right。 There was only one exit out of this tiny room； and in order to use it； they would have to get past the Japanese who were hunting them。
In the dim； inconstant light； she could make out a mounded shape against me far wall。 Breaking free of Ariel； she went over to inspect it more closely…and was confronted by a veritable cairn of human skeletons。
The disappeared。 More than she could count。 In a brief glare of light tiny red eyes peered out at her from the labyrinth of bones。
The light increased； but the voices had ceased； a clear indication that the Japanese thought they were nearing their quarry。
Tori made up her mind； she turned back to Ariel； said； 〃Quick！〃 and taking him by the hand； drew him down to the cairn of bones and skulls。 They burrowed their way through the skeletons。 Tori heard a brief high…pitched squeal； and the red eyes were gone。 The smell of putrefaction and earth was overpowering； it was as if they climbed into a grave that was now closing round them。
When she reached the far wall； she curled up in a ball。 Ariel did the same。 All around them the forest of the dead rose up in an angular chaos of arms； legs； spines。 Buried beneath the bones； the two of them watched the arched portal through which their pursuers would emerge。 Tori could feel the heat from Ariel's body curled against hers。 They were like doomed lovers； breathing in the dark； breathing in the dead； waiting for death to claim them。
A beam of light entered the chamber； played across the cairn of skeletons。 It penetrated the latticework structure； deeper and deeper； darkness and light； revealing layer upon layer of bones； as a spotlight pierces deep water。
Tori saw a bar of light touch her skin； the flesh white among the white bones； a glare in her eyes； dazzling her； and she closed them； praying that she and Ariel had buried themselves deep enough so the Japanese could not distinguish the living from the dead。 At that moment she felt a kinship with these poor； murdered people。 If their spirits were still here； she prayed they would reach out to protect her。
She breathed tidally； shut her mind down； diminished her wa； her inner energy which； if these Japanese had been trained as she had； they might be able to sense even though she was hidden from their sight。
Beside her； Ariel did not move。 He might have been dead。 He knew what to do； too。
〃Bah！ There's nothing here；〃 one of the Japanese said。
〃The dead are here；〃 the other Japanese said。
〃Mute witnesses。 Let's go。〃
But they did not move。 〃Those two saw us；〃 the first Japanese said。 ' 'I want them。''
〃Fine。 I want them； too。 But they're not here。〃
Still； they did not leave。 The light continued to play over the cairn。 Abruptly it increased in brightness； and when the first Japanese spoke again； he was heart…stoppingly close to where she and Ariel lay。
''Are you certain？ What do I hear？ Is it breathing？ Is it you… or me？ Are we the only ones in this room？〃
Tori felt a trickle of sweat make its way down the indentation of her spine。 She recognized this man as the philosophical one； the maniac who said he enjoyed living outside the law。 He was more dangerous than the other one； his imagination was by far the keener。
She heard a metallic click； sharp； clear； echoing in the confined space； and she thought of the machine pistols they had been holding。
〃All I have to do to find out；〃 the first Japanese said； 〃is to spray this pile of bones。〃
Tori's heart threatened to burst through her rib cage。
A loud scrape as of a shoe sole。 Then the second Japanese said； 〃Are you crazy？ This is a death site。〃
〃What do I care？〃 the first Japanese said harshly。
〃These dead haven't been property buried。 Their spirits aren't at rest。 To disturb them is a sin even you don't want to mit。'' There was a pause。 〃Why don't you admit we've lost them。 It's a maze down here； they could be anywhere。 We don't have the time to shoot up all the dark places in these tunnels。 And we don't want to be heard。 e on。 If we stay any longer we'll be in danger of missing our pickup。 I don't know about you； but I want to get out of this hellhole。''
〃But those two…〃
〃What did they see？ They can't know what we're up to。 Forget them。 They were probably tourists who wandered down here for a thrill and a shiver in the dark。''
〃Shit。〃
Then the light was gone； replaced by a glow in the tiny chamber； swiftly fading。 Darkness descending； Ariel and Tori waited。
Ariel started to move； but Tori put one hand on his shoulder； a finger pressed gently to his lips。
Across the littered floor the rat was back； its bright； beady eyes shining； and Tori saw in their depths the possibility of betrayal。 If the rat squealed now； and if； as she suspected； the Japanese were waiting with their light off just inside the adjoining chamber； then they would know that they had not been alone with the cairn of skeletons； and spirits or no spirits； the hail of machine…pistol fire would e； the end。
Tori continued to watch the rat as it made its circuitous way toward them through the maze of bones。 It was clear now that the rodent scented them； and it was hungry。
Tori waited； patient； closing her eyes to slits。 Her right hand lay relaxed along the line of Ariel's hip。 The rat was very close now； and Tori； without seeming to move any other part of her body； whipped her right hand out to the rat and； in the same motion； neatly snapped its neck。
Time passed。 Tori let her consciousness drift off。 Semiawake； but with her senses more alert than before； she heard the tiny scraping sounds the Japanese made when they gave up their vigil； clambering back through the succession of chambers into the more familiar corridor。
Tori's lips touched Ariel's neck； and together they rose from the dead。
Ariel and Tori were standing on one of the two terra…cotta tile balconies of Ariel's magnificent house on Russian Hill in San Francisco。 One hundred years ago Ambrose Bierce； Bret Harte； and Mark Twain frequently met in a cool salon atop this nearly vertical hill。
It was not quite forty…eight hours since the incident in the eighteenth century Jesuit tunnels。 Ariel； who had been returning home； had invited Tori to acpany him； and she had accepted because she found that she had lost her taste both for Buenos Aires and solitude。 Besides； though she was reluctant to admit it； Ariel intrigued her。 Reluctant； because for so long she had gone out of her way to avoid even a hint of a relationship or plication with a man。 But she had been presented with an enigma： what was a pair of Japanese Yakuza assassins doing in the tunnels beneath Buenos Aires； and how did Ariel Solares； the man who had told her so glibly that his life was prosaic； know they would be there？
Tori looked down。 Below them； the city of hills swept away to the foot of Hyde Street and； beyond； the gray bay； dotted now with ships； where； no doubt； unseen dolphins played。 The house's other terrace overlooked Lombard Street as it wound its serpentine way down to North Beach。
Behind them； filling up Ariel's vast living room； were mementos of the ancient civilizations of South America： painted pottery； carved stone statues of women and animals； diminutive wooden weapons set with blackened iron tips Tori knew had once been dipped in poison。
〃 'Through the years；' 〃 Ariel Solares said； 〃 'a man peopl
