Steve Martini - Guardian of Lies

The real target, whose face Liquida’s men had all memorized, was to be killed by accident in an apparent cross fire using a gun from one of the dead guards on the bus. While the shooters were doing this, the explosives man was to place three charges connected by det cord along the dash in the front of the bus, from the steering wheel to the passenger door. This would take out the front of the bus and with it the security video recorder, destroying any tape that might have recorded the sequence of events on board.

If all went as planned, they would be off the bus in less than two minutes and on their way to the safe house where they would hide. Once things cooled down, the men could cross the border back into Mexico.

“When do you think we can go?” Katia was talking about the honor farm.

“Maybe as early as next week, maybe sooner,” said Daniela.

Today the bus was more than half empty, not enough for a full load, but too many for the smaller vans. The driver and the guard were still shackling two of the women up front to the foot bar that kept them from moving around inside the bus. There were no windows except for small oblong strips of glass up high, near the ceiling, for light.

Katia, who suffered from claustrophobia, didn’t like it. She sat next to Daniela on the inside of the bench seat, against the wall where the window should have been. They were two rows from the rear of the bus.

Katia didn’t know what she would do if she lost her friend. Before Daniela showed up at the jail, Katia had lived each day in constant fear. Now she faced the prospect of having to deal with it again. Only this time she knew it would be much worse.

This morning she and Daniela were chained together at the waist, each with one ankle also manacled to the metal bar that was welded near the floor to the back of the empty bench seat in front of them.

“You look like this is your first time on the bus,” said Daniela.

Katia nodded. “When they brought me out from the courthouse when I was first arrested and saw the judge downtown, they took me to the jail in the back of a sheriff’s car.”

“We’re lucky,” said Daniela.

“Why do you say that?”

“Male prisoners normally have their hands cuffed and fastened to the waist chain. Sometimes the women too.” Daniela knew this was standard operating procedure. “These two guards are pretty nice. It looks like they’re not going to cuff our hands until we get to the courthouse.”

“We can talk later today, when we get back,” said Katia. “I need to write down everything you need. Maybe you can help me. I’m not good at writing in English. I don’t want you to leave the jail for this other place without me.”

“I won’t.” Daniela could see that Katia was both excited and scared.

“I think I can give you everything you need. My mother, my cousin; my father is dead, so he doesn’t count, is that right?”

“That’s right,” said Daniela, “just surviving relatives. But you have to go back as far as your grandparents.”

“No problem. And I don’t think my lawyers would mind. I’m sure that if they knew you the way I do, they would tell me to go ahead.”

“Yes, but I told you, you can’t discuss it with them,” said Daniela. “You understand?”

“I won’t,” said Katia. “I promise you. I would never do anything to get you in trouble. It is our secret, just you and me.”

“I know. I’m just a little nervous.”

“Are you sure your lawyer can do this? Get us to this honor place, I mean?”

“The honor farm.” Daniela nearly cringed as she said it.

“Yes, that’s what I meant, the honor farm. You think he can do it?”

“I do.” It troubled Daniela to give her such promises. She knew that if Rhytag or Thorpe had Katia alone in a room for ten minutes, they would come to the same realization Daniela had, that Katia Solaz knew nothing about a loose nuke. If you were a terrorist planning an attack you would have to be on drugs to bring her into the loop. Still, it was possible that if her grandfather was alive, Katia might know where he was. “So have you always lived in Costa Rica?” she asked.

“Yes. I was born there.”

The driver settled into his seat as the guard closed and locked the steel-and-wire mesh gate that sealed off the prisoners’ compartment from the driver’s section. The driver pushed a button on the dash and the door up front closed with a hydraulic whoosh. The guard pulled a lever and the four case-hardened steel locking bolts slid into place, securing the heavy steel door.

“And your mother, was she born in Costa Rica as well?”

“Yes.”

There was a deep vibration under the seat as the diesel engine stirred and then started. A second later the bus began to roll.

“Well, it should be very easy,” said Daniela. “It sounds like your whole family is from Costa Rica.” She put out the bait to see if Katia would bite. She didn’t. “And your mother’s parents, were they born in Costa Rica too?”

“No,” said Katia. “ Mi abuela , how do you say? My grandmother, she was born in Cuba. Mi abuelo , my grandfather?”

“That’s correct.”

“He was born in Russia.”

“Really?” Daniela turned toward her and smiled. “That’s interesting. Where did they meet?”

“In Cuba.”

“Very international,” said Daniela. “And romantic.”

“Yes, I suppose.”

“Are they still alive, your mother’s parents?”

“No. Well, actually I’m not sure.”

“I don’t understand,” said Daniela.

“My grandmother is dead. She died many years ago. My grandfather, I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean you’re not sure?”

“It’s a long story,” said Katia.

“We have time. It’s a long bus ride.”

“Well, my grandfather is, how do you say when someone is separated from you for a long time?”

“Estranged.”

“Yes, that’s it. He is estranged from his family for many years now. When I was little I always thought of my grandfather as the black sheep.”

Daniela laughed. “Why is that?”

“Because my mother never talked about him. When I was little I would ask her, and she would always find something else to talk about. Or she would tell me to go do something. I knew he must have done something bad a long time ago.”

“You mean something against the law?” said Daniela.

“No, no, I don’t mean that.” Katia looked at her anxiously. “I mean, this wouldn’t keep me from going to the honor farm right?”

“No, of course not,” said Daniela. “As long as you disclose all the details, that’s all they care about. They’re not going to blame you for what your parents or grandparents did.”

“Okay. I mean, sure, it’s possible he may have broken the law, but I don’t think so. I think it’s something else.”

“What?”

“I think maybe another woman,” said Katia.

“Another woman?” said Daniela.

“Yes, maybe, and maybe more serious than that. My grandfather may have had a child by this woman.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, I know it sounds stupid, except that I know my mother. If all he did was break the law, she would have forgiven him long ago.”

Daniela had to laugh.

Katia smiled. “You laugh, but I asked her once if he had trouble with the law and that’s the reason she wouldn’t talk about him and we never saw him. And you know what she said?”

“No, what did she say?”

“She said that for her father, the law was an angry Russian mother, a mistress who had taken his life.”

“I see. So you figure the jealous mistress was another woman,” said Daniela.

“Of course. What else could it be?”

To Katia this meant a lover. But to Daniela, who seemed to know more about Katia’s grandfather than Katia herself, it was obvious. Katia, who was probably a young child at the time, had gotten the words reversed in the translation. The angry mistress who had stolen her grandfather’s life was not a Russian mother, but Mother Russia. Nitikin had squandered his life on the run, hiding from the Soviets who wanted to kill him and retrieve the nuclear device, and from the western powers that wanted to capture him because of what he knew.