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using you as bait.”
“For what?”
“For her, for him. We wanted to find out if it was true. That they were plotting to take down the government. We knew she’d tell you.”
“Her parents are in on this?”
He smiled. “It was her mother’s idea.” I couldn’t tell if Blane was lying. “The Zapatista are dangerous. They have to be stopped.”
I leaned back on my haunches taking the blade with me. Blane took his hand off his injured arm and used his sleeve to wipe away the thin line of blood under his chin.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“We had a feeling you wouldn’t go along. I guess I underestimated you.” He smiled.
“Does Mulberry know?”
“Sure. He’s a partner, isn’t he?” Blane watched my face. “Or didn’t you know that?” He smiled.
I chewed on my lip. This could all be lies; it was possible that Blane was acting alone but why? He could be working with Pedro without his agency’s knowledge but again, why? A man this ambitious, who had come this far, why would he throw it away?
“What about the girl?” I asked. “Were you going to kill her too?”
“I’m going to take her home to her parents. They will deal with her.”
“What does that mean?”
Blane smiled. “I don’t know what they plan on doing with her, but I wouldn’t trade places with her.”
I left him lying there on the deck with Blue watching. Ana Maria was holding Alejandro in her arms and crying. He wasn’t breathing anymore. I looked down at the young girl. Less than an hour ago she’d been so full of hope for her country, for the ability of man to change his place in this world. And now she was holding a corpse in her arms.
If we went back to shore I’d have to explain a dead body and an injured man. I could hide the body, drop it in the ocean, but what about Blane? I couldn’t keep him captive forever. Eventually I’d have to let him go and he would come after me. The lights from the land closed in on me as I surveyed the bloody deck.
“Drop the anchor,” I said to Ana Maria. She looked up at me. Tear streaks lined her face. “Drop it.” I pulled Alejandro off of her. He was still warm. If I didn’t know better, I could almost believe he was alive. I grabbed Ana Maria by the arm and hauled her up. She didn’t fight me. I pulled her over to the console and repeated my demand. She sniffled back tears as she pushed the buttons. The engines died, the slow whirl of the anchor dropping started. When it stopped, there was no sound except the lapping of the ocean against the hull, the wind playing in the rigging above our heads, and the thump of my heart beating in my chest.
DUMPING A BODY IS NEVER EASY
There is something about the air that blows off the Caribbean. It is salty, but not like the ocean. It is fresh, but not like the breeze that flows over a lake or river. It’s like the little bear’s porridge; just right. And at night, when your whole life has just been flipped, it’s comforting in its consistency.
“What are we going to do?” Ana Maria asked me. I was sitting on the back of the boat with my feet dangling in the water. They looked incredibly white and slightly misshapen. Ana Maria was standing above me on the deck, holding onto the ladder to steady herself against the gentle rocking of the boat. Her brow was deeply furrowed and the blood that covered her was starting to dry and crack. I thought about telling her to go take a shower but then realized we needed to deal with Alejandro’s body before she bothered to clean up.
“Joy?” she said.
“My name is Sydney,” I answered, glancing over my shoulder at her.
“OK, Sydney. Will you…” She shook her head and her chin wobbled slightly. I thought she might start to cry but instead she cleared her throat and said, “Take me with you?”
I turned back to the sea. The sky above was filled with stars and a giant, bright white moon. It made the water into a high contrast black and white print. I looked back down
“For what?”
“For her, for him. We wanted to find out if it was true. That they were plotting to take down the government. We knew she’d tell you.”
“Her parents are in on this?”
He smiled. “It was her mother’s idea.” I couldn’t tell if Blane was lying. “The Zapatista are dangerous. They have to be stopped.”
I leaned back on my haunches taking the blade with me. Blane took his hand off his injured arm and used his sleeve to wipe away the thin line of blood under his chin.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“We had a feeling you wouldn’t go along. I guess I underestimated you.” He smiled.
“Does Mulberry know?”
“Sure. He’s a partner, isn’t he?” Blane watched my face. “Or didn’t you know that?” He smiled.
I chewed on my lip. This could all be lies; it was possible that Blane was acting alone but why? He could be working with Pedro without his agency’s knowledge but again, why? A man this ambitious, who had come this far, why would he throw it away?
“What about the girl?” I asked. “Were you going to kill her too?”
“I’m going to take her home to her parents. They will deal with her.”
“What does that mean?”
Blane smiled. “I don’t know what they plan on doing with her, but I wouldn’t trade places with her.”
I left him lying there on the deck with Blue watching. Ana Maria was holding Alejandro in her arms and crying. He wasn’t breathing anymore. I looked down at the young girl. Less than an hour ago she’d been so full of hope for her country, for the ability of man to change his place in this world. And now she was holding a corpse in her arms.
If we went back to shore I’d have to explain a dead body and an injured man. I could hide the body, drop it in the ocean, but what about Blane? I couldn’t keep him captive forever. Eventually I’d have to let him go and he would come after me. The lights from the land closed in on me as I surveyed the bloody deck.
“Drop the anchor,” I said to Ana Maria. She looked up at me. Tear streaks lined her face. “Drop it.” I pulled Alejandro off of her. He was still warm. If I didn’t know better, I could almost believe he was alive. I grabbed Ana Maria by the arm and hauled her up. She didn’t fight me. I pulled her over to the console and repeated my demand. She sniffled back tears as she pushed the buttons. The engines died, the slow whirl of the anchor dropping started. When it stopped, there was no sound except the lapping of the ocean against the hull, the wind playing in the rigging above our heads, and the thump of my heart beating in my chest.
DUMPING A BODY IS NEVER EASY
There is something about the air that blows off the Caribbean. It is salty, but not like the ocean. It is fresh, but not like the breeze that flows over a lake or river. It’s like the little bear’s porridge; just right. And at night, when your whole life has just been flipped, it’s comforting in its consistency.
“What are we going to do?” Ana Maria asked me. I was sitting on the back of the boat with my feet dangling in the water. They looked incredibly white and slightly misshapen. Ana Maria was standing above me on the deck, holding onto the ladder to steady herself against the gentle rocking of the boat. Her brow was deeply furrowed and the blood that covered her was starting to dry and crack. I thought about telling her to go take a shower but then realized we needed to deal with Alejandro’s body before she bothered to clean up.
“Joy?” she said.
“My name is Sydney,” I answered, glancing over my shoulder at her.
“OK, Sydney. Will you…” She shook her head and her chin wobbled slightly. I thought she might start to cry but instead she cleared her throat and said, “Take me with you?”
I turned back to the sea. The sky above was filled with stars and a giant, bright white moon. It made the water into a high contrast black and white print. I looked back down
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