night.â
Frank and I both screamed as loudly as we could, hoping to get the attention of the driver. The light seemed to turn our way and get brighter. The machine kept coming, and the engine was now drowning out both the surf and our screams.
âWeâre saved!â Frank kept shouting like an idiot. âWeâre saved!â
I wasnât so sure. It was pitch dark out here, and in spite of the headlights, the driver might not see our heads poking out of the sand. He might just mistake our heads for plastic garbage bags or something, and rake them up into the jaws of his machine.
Our cries for help became screams of terror as the âgrim reaperâ descended on us. There was no way the driver could possibly hear us over the roar of the vehicleâs engine.
Then, at the last second, there was a shriek ofbrakes. The metal monster came to a stop about three feet from our heads.
As if that werenât enough, a big wave chose that very moment to crash over us. When it retreated, we were left gasping and coughing.
Help came in the form of a beautiful dark angelâs face, bending over mine. âWhoa!â the angel said. âWhat the ⦠What are you two doing here?â
Good question.
âItâs a long story,â Frank said. âBut we havenât got much time. Could you please just dig us out first?â
âUm, yeah, sure,â the angel said. âYouâre lucky Iâve got a shovel in there.â
She went over to her tractor and came back with one. She started digging Frank out while I had to chill, holding my breath whenever the waves came crashing over me.
Pretty soon Frank was able to use his arms to haul himself out. Then the two of them came over to dig me up.
Her name was Naomi, she told usâNaomi Thompson. She was wearing sweats, and her hair was done in cornrows. She was the one who embossed the advertisements in the sand, using her tractor and its nifty rear attachment to make those amazing drawings.
âYouâre lucky I spotted you,â she said. âI just happened to be circling back around, or I wouldnât have had my lights pointed so close to the water.â
âWell, thanks for saving us,â Frank said.
âNo problem. Are you gonna tell me how you wound up like that?â
âSure,â I said. âHow about we tell you all about it over lunch tomorrow?â
She gave me a look. âIâve heard that line before. How âbout you tell me first, and
then
we decide about lunch?â
So we told her everything we knew. Sheâs been out on the beach every night; if anybodyâd been out there, scattering jewelry in the sand for tourists to find, Naomi might have seen himâor her.
But no. Apparently, it had been pretty quiet. âIâve seen a lot of weird stuff poking out of the sand since I started working here,â she said. âThatâs why I bring the shovel with me. But Iâve never seen anything as weird as two guysâ heads.â
We borrowed her shovel and filled the two holes back up. That way, in case anyone came by the next day to check on us, they wouldnât know weâd escaped.
âWell now,â I said to Naomi when we were done. âWhat about our lunch date?â
âUm, Joe,â Frank said quickly. âLet me remind you about something.â
âHuh?â
âWhoever tried to kill usâat this point, they think weâre dead.â
âYeah? So?â
âIf we want them to keep thinking that, we canât go around in broad daylight, taking girls out to lunch in restaurants.â
âSorry, Naomi,â I said, realizing he was right.
âThatâs okay. Maybe after your eyes heal up.â
Ouch. Forgot about those.
She got back into the driverâs seat. âGotta get back to work.â
âWhere can we find you?â I asked.
âMe? Iâm out here every night, from 3 A.M . to 5 A.M .
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