Sidney Sheldon - The sands of time

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This is a work of fiction. And yet…
The romantic land of flamenco and Don Quixote and exotic-looking señoritas with tortoises hell combs in their hair is also the land of Torquemada, the Spanish Inquisition, and one of the bloodiest civil wars in history. More than half a million people lost their lives in the battles for power between the Republicans and the rebel Nationalists in Spain.
In 1936, between February and June, 269 political murders were committed, and the Nationalists executed Republicans at the rate of a thousand a month, with no mourning permitted. One hundred sixty churches were burned to the ground, and nuns were removed forcibly from convents, "as though," wrote Due de Saint-Simon of an earlier conflict between the Spanish government and the Church, "they were whores in a bawdy house." Newspaper offices were sacked and strikes and riots were endemic throughout the land. The Civil War ended in a victory for the Nationalists under Franco, and following his death, Spain became a monarchy.
The Civil War, which lasted from 1936 to 1939, may be officially over, but the two Spains that fought it have never been reconciled. Today another war continues to rage in Spain, the guerrilla war fought by the Basques to regain the autonomy they had won under the Republic and lost under the Franco regime. The war is being fought with bombs, bank robberies to finance the bombs, assassinations, and riots. When a member of ETA, a Basque guerrilla underground group, died in a Madrid hospital after being tortured by the police, the nationwide riots that followed led to the resignation of the director general of Spain's police force, five security chiefs, and two hundred senior police officers. In 1986, in Barcelona, the Basques publicly burned the
Spanish flag, and in Pamplona thousands fled in fear, when Basque Nationalists clashed with police in a series of mutinies that eventually spread across Spain and threatened the stability of the government. The paramilitary police retaliated by going on a rampage, firing at random at homes and shops of the Basques. The terrorism that goes on is more violent than ever.
This is a work of fiction. And yet…

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he would have to share some of the reward money with his uncle. I'll give him twenty percent, Santiago thought. Or maybe ten percent.

He was well aware of Jaime Miró's reputation, and he had no intention of risking his life trying to capture the terrorist. Let others face the danger and give me the reward.

He sat at his desk deciding the best way to handle the situation. Colonel Acoña's name immediately sprang to mind.

Everybody knew there was a blood vendetta between the colonel and the outlaw. Besides, the colonel had the whole GOE at his command. Yes, that was definitely the way to proceed.

He picked up the telephone, and ten minutes later he was speaking to the colonel himself.

"This is Sergeant Florian Santiago calling from the police station at Salamanca. I have tracked down Jaime Miró."

Acoña fought to keep his voice even. "Are you certain of this?"

"Yes, Colonel. He is at the Parador Nacional Raimundo de

Borgon, just outside of town. He is spending the night. My uncle is the room clerk. He telephoned me himself. There is another man and two women with Miró."

"Your uncle is positive it is Miró?"

"Yes, Colonel. He and the others are sleeping in the two back rooms on the second floor of the inn."

Acoña said, "Listen to me very carefully, Sergeant. I want you to go to the parador immediately and stand watch outside to make certain none of them leaves. I should be able to reach there in an hour. You are not to go inside. And stay out of sight. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir. I will leave immediately." He hesitated.

"Colonel, about the reward money—"

"When we catch Miró, it's yours."

"Thank you, Colonel. I am most—"

"Go."

"Yes, sir."

Florian Santiago replaced the receiver. He was tempted to call his mistress to tell her the exciting news, but that could wait. He would surprise her later. Meanwhile, he had a job to do.

He summoned one of the policemen on duty upstairs.

"Take over the desk. I have an errand to do. I'll be back in a few hours." And I'll come back a rich man, he thought.

The first thing I'll buy will be a new car—a Seat. A blue one. No, maybe it will be white.

Colonel Ramón Acoña replaced the receiver and sat still,

Setting his brain go to work. This time there would be no slipup. It was the final move in the chess game between them.

He would have to proceed very carefully. Miró would have sentries alert for trouble.

Acoña called in his aide-de-camp.

"Yes, Colonel?"

"Pick out two dozen of your best marksmen. See that they're armed with automatic weapons. We're leaving for

Salamanca in fifteen minutes."

"Yes, sir."

There would be no escape for Miró. The colonel was already planning the raid in his mind. The parador would be completely surrounded by a cordon that would move in quickly and quietly. A sneak attack before the butcher has a chance to murder any more of my men. We'll kill them all in their sleep.

Fifteen minutes later, his aide returned. "We're ready to move, Colonel."

Sergeant Santiago lost no time in getting to the parodor.

Even without the colonel's warning, he had no intention of going after the terrorists. But now, in obedience to Acoña's orders, he stood in the shadows twenty yards away from the inn, where he had a good view of the front door. There was a chill in the night air, but the thought of the reward money kept Santiago warm. He wondered whether the two women inside were pretty and whether they were in bed with the men. Of one thing Santiago was certain: In a few hours, they would all be dead.

The army truck moved into town quietly and drove toward the parador.

Colonel Acoña flicked on a flashlight and looked at his map, and when they were a mile from the inn, he said, "Stop here. We'll walk the rest of the way. Maintain silence."

Santiago was unaware of their approach until a voice in his ear startled him with, "Who are you?"

He turned and found himself facing Colonel Ramón Acoña. My

God, he's frightening-looking, Santiago thought.

"I am Sergeant Santiago, sir."

"Has anyone left the inn?"

"No, sir. They're all inside, probably asleep by now."

The colonel turned to his aide. "I want half our men to form a perimeter around the hotel. If anyone tries to escape,

they are to shoot to kill. The others will come with me. The fugitives are in the two back bedrooms upstairs. Let's go."

Santiago watched as the colonel and his men entered the front door of the parador, moving quietly. He wondered if there would be a lot of shooting. And if there was, he wondered if his uncle might be lulled in the cross fire. That would be a pity. But on the other hand, there would be no one he would have to share the reward money with.

When the colonel and his men reached the top of the stairs, Acoña whispered, "Take no chances. Open fire as soon as you see them."

His aide asked, "Colonel, would you like me to go ahead of you?"

"No." He intended to have the pleasure of killing Jaime

Miró himself.

At the end of the hall were the two rooms where Miró and his group were staying. Acoña silently motioned six of his men to cover one door and the other six to cover the other door.

"Now!" he screamed.

It was the moment he had been burning for. At his signal,

the soldiers kicked in both doors simultaneously and rushed into the rooms, weapons ready. They stood there in the middle of the empty rooms, staring at the rumpled beds.

"Spread out. Hurry! Downstairs!" Acoña shrieked.

The soldiers raced through every room in the hotel,

smashing doors open, waking up startled guests. Jaime Miró and the others were nowhere to be found. The colonel stormed downstairs to confront the room clerk. There was no one in the lobby.

"Hello," he called out. "Hello." There was no response.

The coward was hiding.

One of the soldiers was staring at the floor behind the desk. "Colonel…"

Acoña strode over to his side and stared down at the floor. The bound and gagged body of the clerk was slumped against the wall. A sign had been hung around his neck. It read: PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Rubio Arzano watched in horror as Lucia disappeared under the rushing waters and was swept downstream. In a split second he turned to race along the river bank, leaping over small logs and bushes. At the first bend of the river, he caught a glimpse of Lucia's body coming toward him. Diving in, he swam frantically to reach her, struggling against the powerful current. It was almost impossible. He felt himself being pulled away. Lucia was only ten feet away from him, but it seemed like miles. He made one last heroic effort and grabbed her arm, his fingers almost slipping away. He held her in a death grip as he grappled his way to the safety of the shore.

When Rubio finally reached the river bank, he pulled Lucia up on the grass and lay there, fighting for breath. She was unconscious and not breathing. Rubio turned her over on her stomach, straddled her, and began to apply pressure to her lungs. A minute went by, then two, and just as he was beginning to despair, a stream of water gushed out of her mouth and she groaned. Rubio uttered a prayer of thanks.

He kept up the pressure, gentler now, until her heartbeat was steady. When she began to shiver from the cold, Rubio hurried over to a clump of trees and pulled down handfuls of leaves. He carried them over to her and started to dry her body with them. He was also wet and cold, and his clothes were soaked, but he paid no attention. He had been panicky with fear that Sister Lucia would die. Now, as he gently rubbed her naked body with the dry leaves, unworthy thoughts came into his mind.

She has the body of a goddess. Forgive me, Lord, she belongs to You, and I must not think these wicked thoughts…

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