Angel in the Full Moon by Don Easton Read Free Book Online

with two more Vietnamese men.
    These two men repeated the pattern that Hang had seen in the apartment in Hanoi. The remaining women were once more divided into two groups, while she was left standing alone.
    Minutes later, one of the Vietnamese men backed a van inside the garage and the first group of women were driven away.
    The second Vietnamese man pointed a finger at Hang and said, “You will wait here. My brother will be along soon.” He looked at the remaining women and said, “Wait until I back my van up to the garage and then get in.”
    Hang realized that Ngoc Bích would be gone within a minute. She felt Ngoc Bích’s fingers on her arm and they looked at each other and tried to smile. Ngoc Bích fondly massaged Hang’s arm and said, “Only a couple of months. It will go fast.”
    â€œYou are my first friend in America,” said Hang.
    â€œNo,” chided Ngoc Bích. “We are sisters.”
    Hang heard the harsh command telling the women to hurry as they climbed into the second van. The overhead garage door closed again and Ngoc Bích was gone.
    Hang was now in the garage alone with Giang and she fearfully glanced in his direction.
    â€œSit on the floor and wait,” he said, and turned and went into the house.

    Hang was glad to be alone.
    Half an hour passed before Giang returned. “Mister Dúc is here,” he said, opening the garage door. Dúc drove a car into the garage and Giang closed the door behind him.
    The man got out of the car and smiled at Hang. “I am here to take you to your new family.”
    Hang saw that Dúc was a small man, with skinny arms and legs.
If he were an animal, he would be a spider monkey.
She nodded respectfully and asked, “Mister Dúc, may I ask if the journey will be long?”
    â€œYou may ask whatever you like! No, your journey will not be long. We are in a place called Richmond. It is close to the American border. You will be in your new home in less than two hours.”
    â€œIn two hours!” Hang felt the adrenalin pump through her veins.
    â€œI must apologize that you will have to ride in the trunk of my car. It will be uncomfortable, but I have put several pillows and a blanket in there to try and make it more comfortable. There is also some bottled water.”
    â€œThank you, Mister Dúc.”
    â€œI have a rear seat that folds down and for a little while, we will leave it down so you can talk if you wish. Once we get close to the border you will have to pull the seat closed and be very quiet as I clear U.S. Customs. Leave it closed until I tell you that it is okay.”
    â€œThey will not search your trunk?” Hang asked.
    Dúc smiled and said, “Some money will be passed. It is arranged, but it is still better if you are quiet.”
    Dúc turned to Giang and said, “Be at the Orient Pleasure tonight at closing time. Bring the guys. I will be at a party and may be late. No matter if I am there or not. Start the ...” Dúc glanced at Hang before continuing, “the training without me.”

    Hang could not help but notice the harsh tone of Dúc’s voice when he spoke with Giang, who nodded obediently while staring down at his own feet.
    Mister Dúc may look like a spider monkey—but he is powerful!
    Dúc opened up the trunk to his car and gestured for Hang to get in. She climbed in and made herself comfortable on some pillows. Dúc opened up half of the rear seat and from her position, Hang could see out the car windows at an angle looking up.
    â€œWhen we get close to the U.S. border, I will tell you and you can just pull on that strap and the seat will close,” said Dúc.
    Hang nodded, feeling her body tremble as the final leg of her journey began.
    Street lights and overhead signs passed by quickly as they drove. Hang saw that they were on a highway marked 99.
    â€œUp ahead, Hang!” yelled Dúc. “Look! See