The Third Rule Of Ten: A Tenzing Norbu Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
I am stretched out, prone. I have been here before. I lift my head to look around. A man steps out of the corner shadows. It can’t be. But it is. My father lifts his right hand with the palm facing me. With his left hand, he points to the ground. The first gesture is meant to dispel fear, the other to call the earth as witness. “You can’t be here,” I say. “You’re dead.” “You only think I am,” my father answers, and his eyes turn the color of blood. I run outside, into a barren stretch of desert sand. Sere. Lifeless. Carcasses litter the perimeter; maybe human, maybe animal, they’ve been left to rot by their attacker—me. I look at the horizon, which comes alive with whirling sand. The cloud of dust envelops me. The air swirls, dark and full of grit. I start to walk, when a second man—more a boy, really—appears before me in the billowing sand storm. His hands are cupped in front of his chest. A beating heart rests in the shell formed by his palms. Miguel. Dead Miguel.
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