Among the Betrayed

name: 'You're just like a melody… Our little Elodie.' Elodie was a fairy-tale name, a princess's name. When Gran and the aunties had scrimped and saved and finally gotten enough money to buy Nina a fake I.D. on the black market, Gran had come home and laid out the I.D. card on the table like a golden prize. Nina had tiptoed over and read the name, with all the aunties and Gran circled around like the good fairy godmothers at Sleeping Beauty's christening. Then Nina had begun screaming.

'Nina Idi? That's my name now? That's like. . like Ninny Idiot! You want me to be a Ninny Idiot?' Even screaming, Nina had felt ashamed. That little rectangle of plastic was her ticket to freedom. It represented twelve years of Aunty Lystra wearing glasses she couldn't see through anymore, twelve years of Aunty Rhoda wearing the same coat, twelve years of Gran darning socks so many times the socks were more darn than sock. Twelve years of all of them living on stale bread and thin broth. Still, Nina couldn't help feeling that the precious card was her death sentence instead of her reprieve. If she wasn't Elodie any-more, if she was supposed to be this strange new person, Nina Idi, then she wasn't Aunty Zenka's little melody, she wasn't Gran's little sweetiekins, she wasn't the one beloved ray of sunshine in an apartment full of tired old women. She wasn't anybody at all.

Somehow, amazingly, Gran and the aunties had recognized Nina's screaming as fear, not brattiness. They'd all crowded around her, hugging her, comforting her, 'You'll always be our special girl, no matter what. Even when you're away at that school….'

And just hearing that word, 'school,' Nina had under-stood that Nina Idi really was killing Elodie Luria. Elodie could exist only in Gran's apartment. Nina was the one who was going to leave.

But now if Nina Idi was about to die, wouldn't she rather die as Elodie?

It was so tempting.

'That's not a tough question,' the man chided her. 'Are you Nina Idi or not?'

'You're the one who arrested me,' Nina snapped, just to buy some time. 'Don't you know my name? Maybe you didn't even arrest the right person!'

The man turned around.

'Guard?' he called toward the door. 'A chair?'

Minutes later a guard appeared with a solid wood chair that the man slid into. He leaned back in it, obviously enjoying the greater comfort. Nina still huddled on the cold concrete floor. The guard left, locking the door behind him.

'I decided this conversation might be worth continuing longer than I wanted to spend squatting on your putrid floor,' the hating man said, as if it were Nina's fault her jail cell was dirty. He leaned toward her, resting his chin on his hands, his elbows on his knees. 'Now. Surely you real' ize my question wasn't as stupid as you imply. After all, the other criminal we arrested yesterday morning, Scott Renault, was masquerading as Jason Barstow, pretending to be an illegal third child who'd gotten ahold of a fake I.D.

Supposedly he was trying to trick other illegals with fake I.D.'s into revealing their true identity so he could report them to the Population Police. Got all that? His story, of course, is ludicrous. Everyone knows that in this great country of ours it's impossible for an illegal to get a fake I.D. No law-abiding citizen would defy our beloved Government so flagrantly.'

Nina stared back at the man in confusion.

'What. . what was I arrested for?' she asked quietly.

'Treason, of course,' the man said, almost cheerfully. 'You betrayed your country.'

'How?' Nina asked again.

'Hey, who's supposed to be asking the questions here?' the man protested. He answered her anyway: 'You and this Jason — Scott? — what should I call him?'

'Jason,' Nina whispered. 'He's Jason.'

'Okay. Whatever. You and this Jason tried to trick the Population Police into paying you for turning in a bunch of so-called exnays — illegals trying to pass themselves off as legitimate citizens. Just what I said before. Except all the supposed 'exnays' actually were legitimate citizens, some of them with very powerful and well-connected families. Just think if the Population Police had fallen for your little ploy..'

Nina stopped listening. She had never felt so thickheaded and stupid before in her life. None of this made sense.

'You don't think I'm an illegal third child with a fake I.D.?' she asked cautiously.

'Of course not,' the man said. 'There's no evidence of that. And if you were an exnay yourself, why would you betray your own comrades?'

Nina closed her eyes, afraid the man might see how relieved she was. She felt like turning cartwheels right there in her jail cell.

They don't know! she wanted to scream. They wouldn't be tracking down Gran and the aunties, and her mother, to arrest all of them for hiding her. No one at Harlow School would get in trouble for harboring a fugitive. The Population Police wouldn't kill Nina for being illegal.

No. They'd just kill her for something she hadn't done. Treason? Turning in exnays?

Nina opened her eyes, gave the hating man her most indignant stare.

'There's been a mistake,' she said firmly. 'I never tried to turn in any exnays. I never tried to get the Population Police to pay me.'

The man whipped out a little notebook and began to write.

'Ah, now you're talking,' he murmured. 'I knew you'd come to your senses and try to blame Jason, just like he tried to blame you. No honor among thieves, I suppose.' He stopped writing but kept his pen poised over the paper. 'So, what's your story? You gonna be the poor, innocent little girl who just did what Jason told you? It always helps if you cry during that one.'

Nina felt like he'd slapped her.

'No, really,' she protested. 'I didn't do anything. And Jason didn't, either. I'm sure of it.'

'So you can vouch for Jason?' the man asked. 'His whereabouts and his actions, every minute of every day?'

'No, but—'

'But what?' The man was smirking now.

'But I know Jason. I know he'd never do anything like that.'

'Just like you know he'd never betray you,' the man said.

'Right! Exactly!' Nina said eagerly. The man pulled a rectangular plastic case out of the inside pocket of his jacket. He twisted around again and yelled, 'Guard?' Moments later the guard appeared and passed a metal box through the bars.

'Ever seen a tape recorder before?' the man asked Nina.

'No,' Nina said.

'Well, that's what this is. We can record anything any' one says. On a tape.' He held up the plastic case he'd taken out of his pocket. He slipped the tape into the recorder. 'And once we've recorded something, we can play it back as many times as we want.' He pushed a button.

Nina heard a whirring sound, then a voice. The tape was a little crackly and hard to hear, like TV on brownout days. But Nina still recognized the voice: Jason's. She leaned forward eagerly, as if Jason were really there and she could throw herself in his arms.

'And Nina said to me, 'Did you ever see those commer' cials on TV? About third kids and how the Population Police want to hunt them down?' She said, 'I bet they'd pay good money if we turned somebody in.' And I said, 'I don't know any third kids.' And she laughed and said, 'So what? All we have to do is pretend. We can turn in any- body we want. And we'll get a reward.' And I said, 'But that's lying!

That's wrong! We can't do that.' But then she made me — you know how girls are.'

Nina reached out and grabbed the tape recorder. She hurled it at the opposite wall as hard as she could. It cracked hitting the concrete; the tape crashed out when it fell to the floor. Nina strained to reach for the tape because she wanted to destroy it, too. But the man was quicker than she was. His hand closed around the tape as Nina's handcuffs bit into her wrists, holding her back. He put the tape back in his pocket.

'Now, now,' he said. 'What a temper.' He pulled his notebook out again. 'So can I put you on record as saying exactly what Jason said, only with the names reversed? And Jason said to me, 'I bet they'd pay good money if we turned somebody in.'. . And I said, 'But that's lying!