request, which made it easier to dump the heavy amounts of peelings, garbage, and leftovers. It also made it easier for her to chart the guards’ comings and goings, learn how they moved through the house, and sneak glimpses into the garage when they opened the door.
Currently, Miguel occupied the lawn chair, a reed-thin guard she called the Praying Mantis loafed in the dining room, and a third guard slept on a futon on the living room floor. Miguel dozed off after lunch every afternoon. She had watched him. His eyes would close, his chin would lower, and he would fall asleep.
Watching Miguel nod out made Krista smile.
The remaining guards were in the back of the house by the prisoners. One usually floated in the hall to watch the bedroom doors and take people to the bathroom. If a prisoner needed the bathroom to make number two, they weren’t allowed to close the door. You had to do your business while the guard watched from the hall. Sometimes two or three guards gathered at the door, and leered at the women. It was humiliating and frightening, and some of the women now did their business in the bedroom buckets while other women held up shirts given by the men in a kind of sorrowful privacy curtain.
During the day, the only time the bathroom door closed was when someone was brought inside to make a call for money. Samuel Rojas had taken Krista into the bathroom twice. The first time, she had been scared when Rojas closed the door, but he explained he did this so they wouldn’t be interrupted or disturbed. Both calls had been low-key and calm. People were brought in to call throughout the day, so the door was closed a lot.
Krista put the last pot aside to dry, then brought leftover beans to the refrigerator. From the fridge, she could see beyond Miguel through the hall to the bathroom. She couldn’t see Jack, but she knew he was inside toweling up the mess. As she watched, Rojas and the guard with the bad teeth approached the bathroom. The guard with the teeth made her skin prickle. His name was Vasco Medina, and he was in charge. He drifted through the house telling the guards what to do, or kicking them when they fell asleep. She found him all the more creepy because she never knew when he would appear. She would turn around or look up, and find him staring at her as if his thoughts were a thousand miles away or leering as if his fantasies were licking her skin. He made her shudder.
Medina said something to Jack, then he and Rojas stepped away as Jack emerged with the bucket. Medina glanced into the bucket, then let Jack pass.
So far, so good.
Krista busied herself with the pots until Jack reached the kitchen, where he made a show of holding the bucket away from her.
“Don’t touch this. It’s really gross.”
She made a show of backing away, and pointed at the utility room.
“Ugh. That’s disgusting. Throw it in there. There’s a garbage can.”
Miguel roused enough to squint at them.
“What you got there?”
Jack held the bucket toward him.
“Paper towels soaked with piss and crap. I gotta toss it. It’ll stop the toilet.”
Miguel made no move to rise.
“Put that shit in a plastic bag, man. We gonna smell it all night. Tie it tight. I’ll put it out later.”
Krista said, “There’s a roll of garbage bags on the washer. Right on top.”
Jack carried the reeking bucket into the utility room, and Krista turned back to the sink. Miguel never moved from the chair, but the Praying Mantis had disappeared.
Jack’s time in the utility room would be short, so she returned to the fridge to keep watch. Miguel nodded out again, but Rojas had unlocked the door to the other group’s bedroom, and called a young Latina into the hall. She was one of the women from Guatemala. Medina joined them, and he and Rojas spoke for a moment. Rojas handed Medina the phone, then Medina took the woman by the arm and brought her into the bathroom. The door closed, and Rojas walked away.
Krista had never seen Medina take someone into the bathroom.
Miguel suddenly snored, a single snurfling snort, and jerked awake.
“Where’s that kid?”
“He’s coming. He couldn’t find the bags. I had to show him.”
Loud enough for Jack to hear and get his butt out here.
Krista returned to the sink just as Jack came out of the utility room, looking grim. He locked eyes with her, shook his head once, and whispered.
“I couldn’t get it. It started to give, but I needed more time.”
“Shh. In the room.”
“One minute, I would’ve had it-”
“Shh.”
Jack put the bottle of soap on the counter, washed his hands, then took the bucket back to their room. Krista watched as the hall guard let him in, then locked the door behind him.
Prison.
She put the last pot away, then turned to Miguel.
“I’m done.”
“Put them beans away?”
“In the fridge. There isn’t much left.”
“I might eat’m later. They were pretty good.”
“Can I go?”
“Sure. You did good with them beans.”
Miguel stood to stretch his legs as Krista went back to her room. She was two steps past the entry when she heard the woman’s muffled plea from the bathroom.
“Por favor!”
Please.
Krista stopped, rooted in place as if she had seen a snake.
“Oh Dios, por favor pare!”
The begging snapped into a sharp muffled shriek, just one, just the one terrible muted cry.
Krista couldn’t move. She stared at the door as if it were a nightmare painting from Hieronymus Bosch’s personal, tortured hell.
Then the door opened, and Medina pulled the woman out. She was bent over, and whimpering.
Rojas appeared as Medina saw Krista. He looked at her, looked into her eyes, and showed his sharp jagged teeth. He pushed the woman at Rojas, gave him the phone, and handed Rojas a pair of pliers with red plastic grips.
He held the pliers out and up as he gave them to Rojas, showing them to Krista as he smiled the horrible jack-o’-lantern smile.
Rojas pulled the woman away, and took her to her room.
Krista still didn’t move. She wanted to, but she couldn’t. She tried to move, but her body did not respond.
Medina smiled wider. He ran his tongue over his broken, rotten teeth, then kissed his finger and pointed at Krista Morales.
Then he wiggled his finger at her-bye-bye-and disappeared into the guards’ bedroom.
Krista took one step. She stepped again. She put one foot in front of the other until she reached her door. Rojas had returned by then, but Krista stared straight ahead at the door.
“I would like to go in now, please.”
Samuel Rojas let her into the crowded, dank room, and locked the door behind her.
19
Jack returned to the room furious with himself. He had been this close to opening the hatch, but the warped wood had been painted over so many times the hatch was wedged tight in its frame. He could have pushed harder,
