but had been scared of the noise, and finally chickened out, so here they still were. Stuck.
Jack put the bucket back in its corner, then went to the far wall and slumped beneath the boarded-over window. A young Korean man hurried to the bucket, and urinated as if he had been holding it for hours. His eyes were downcast in shame, and he tried to shield himself from view, but there he was, pissing in a bucket in plain view of a room filled with people. No one looked. Everyone had the good grace to ignore him. Next time, it would be them.
Jack tried not to hear it and closed his eyes. He tried not to smell the stink of all these unwashed people. He concentrated on the hatch. If he had been stronger or braver, he might be dropping down the side of the house right now. He might be waving down a car, or using a neighbor’s phone to call the police. They might be free.
When Jack opened his eyes, the tough Korean kid was watching him, Jack in his usual place below the boarded-over window, the Korean in his spot against the adjoining wall. After four days, everyone had their own personal space on the floor. Use the bathroom, get food, go with Rojas to make a call-everyone returned to their spot, the same spot, and no one ever took anyone else’s place. Your spot was your home.
One of the Korean girls who spoke some English told Jack the tough kid’s name was Kwan. She didn’t know more than that, though they had been traveling together since their group boarded a plane in Seoul for Bogota, Colombia. Kwan kept to himself, said little, and had nothing to do with the others.
Jack met Kwan’s eyes, glanced away, then looked back. Jack nodded once, kind of like saying hi, but Kwan did not respond. His lean face was all planes and angles, and as warm as a granite mask. He also had a split lip and a heavy purple bruise on his cheek from the guards.
Jack looked away, which is when the door opened and Krista came in. He knew something was wrong when he saw her. She carried herself stiffly, as if balancing a plate on her head, and her skin was the color of dough. He sat up, staring, as she came to him, and stood when she reached him because he thought she would fall. She shook like a leaf in high wind, closed her eyes tight, and pressed her forehead into his chest.
Jack felt a flush of true panic.
“What happened? Kris, are you all right?”
She sank to the floor, and he sank with her, the two of them clinging to each other in their spot.
“Krissy?”
She pulled back just far enough to see him, keeping her voice low and her back to the others.
“We have to go. We have to get out of here.”
Jack’s panic spiraled into a head-splitting tornado.
“Did they hurt you?”
“The other girl. You didn’t hear her?”
“What happened?”
“He took her into the bathroom. You didn’t hear?”
“Nothing. I didn’t hear anything.”
“He used pliers on her. He hurt her with pliers. She was crying when she came out, all hunched to the side.”
“Rojas?”
“The one with the teeth. Medina.”
The throbbing in Jack’s head eased.
“We’re gonna go. We’ll get out of here soon. I’ll try the hatch again.”
“The garage is better. Let’s just use the garage.”
“Don’t panic, Krissy. C’mon. We’ve been over it a hundred times.”
Maybe two hundred, since the first day when Krista told him about the door to the garage in the utility room, and the service hatch in the ceiling, they had planned and re-planned how they would escape, and had worked out two possible plans, one where they got into the garage and raised the garage door, and the other where Jack climbed into the attic and escaped through a vent. The garage door was slower and riskier, so Jack didn’t like it. The door from the utility room to the garage was locked except when the guards used it to take out garbage or bring in food, or come and go on their business. This meant Jack and Krista would have to be in the kitchen when the guards were using the door. They knew from experience there were brief windows of time when an incoming guard left the door unlocked while he stepped into another room. Plenty of time for Jack or Krista or both to step into the garage, but then they would have to open the garage door. The garage door was noisy. Krista heard it opening and closing when she was in the kitchen. You pressed the button, and the door lurched with a rattle. The little electric motor whined as it pulled the rattling door slowly up its squeaky tracks. They only had to wait for the door to rise a foot or so before they slipped under, but waiting those few seconds could take forever if the guards heard the door. And even if they made it under the door, Jack wasn’t sure they could run far enough fast enough before the guards chased them down. Especially Krista.
Jack thought the service hatch was safer. The heat in these desert attics was hellacious, so the heat had to be vented. The bays between the rafters would be packed with thick insulation, and air-conditioning ducts would twist through the attic, but Jack knew these older desert homes had large vents cut into the gables. If he could get into the attic, he could push out a vent cover, drop to the ground, and run to a neighboring house where he would call the police.
The attic was safer, faster, and better than using the garage, only he hadn’t been able to open the hatch.
Krissy said, “Tomorrow morning.”
“What?”
Jack had been thinking about the attic.
“When you empty the bucket tomorrow morning. Miguel told me they’re bringing more toilet paper and cooking oil and things in the morning. He’s going to come get me to put it away. You can empty the bucket, and come for more soap. If they leave us alone when the door is unlocked, I want us to go.”
“I want to try the hatch again.”
“We have to go.”
“We’ll go. I just want to try the hatch again.”
Krissy started crying.
“We have to go as soon as we can. We cannot stay here.”
“We’ll go. We’ll go as soon as we can however we can, I just want to try the hatch again. If I can’t get it open, we’re stuck with the garage anyway. Okay?”
“I don’t want to wait, Jack. He hurt that girl with these pliers. He showed them to me. He pointed at me.”
Her eyes were red, and wet, and the wet ran free down her beautiful face.
He held her arms, and nodded as he tried to calm her.
“The first chance we get. If we can get in the garage, we’ll run right out that door. Okay? We’ll do it, Kris. The first chance we get.”
“I want to go.”
“If you can get into the garage without me, get in and go. Don’t wait for me, okay? If you’re in the kitchen and they leave the door unlocked, you get in and go. Take off. I mean it.”
She cried harder, and nodded, and Jack sensed she was coming apart.
He held her close and stroked her hair. She had the softest hair in the world. Softer than any hair ever in the entire history of the world.
Kwan said, “You need purpose?”
Jack looked over, and Kwan was watching. His granite face was unreadable.
Jack didn’t understand, and shook his head.
Kwan said, “For guards. You want go kitchen?”
He glanced toward the kitchen, then came back to Jack. Jack wondered how much Kwan had heard, and how much he understood.
“Yes. I need to go back to the kitchen.”
Kwan stared as if Jack’s words were settling through deep water to reach him.
He said, “O. Kay.”
His face closed like a fierce steel trap, and he pushed to his feet. A middle-aged Korean man was now using
