Damage Control

danger-despite the fact that Veronica was the very person Maria had been hoping to see-she needed to acknowledge that this was Maria’s home. It was a private place, and Veronica had no right being here.

“Your escape tunnel works both ways,” Veronica said.

Maria’s jaw dropped. “What escape tunnel? I don’t have an escape tunnel.”

Veronica looked confused. “Are you serious?”

“What escape tunnel?” Maria asked again.

“That panel in your bathroom. Under the sink. Did you really not know that it was there?”

Maria felt a sense of dread washing over her. “Where does it lead?”

“To a storm sewer behind your house. How could you not know it was there?”

Maria pushed past Veronica into the living room. “Felix,” she said. Now it was all so obvious. She dropped onto the sofa. “He put in the security for me. The locks, the walls, everything.”

Veronica sat next to her. This sofa, like everything else in her house, had been purchased with her own money, and it had been cleaned and maintained by her own hands. It was a point of great pride that she had refused every offer from Felix to furnish the place and staff it with a housekeeper. It was one thing to sleep with the man she hoped one day to kill, but it was something else entirely to have things of his nearby when she was alone.

Veronica asked, “Why put in a tunnel and not tell you?”

Maria looked at her, waiting for her to get in on her own. “It wasn’t about me getting out,” Maria said, finally. “It was about him getting in.” She brought her hand to her head, as if taking her own temperature. “You need to get me out, Veronica. Felix knows-”

Veronica’s face lost some of its color as she raised her hand and gently placed two fingers over Maria’s lips for silence.

Veronica sifted through the accumulated papers and magazines on the coffee table, searching for something.

“What are you looking for?”

“The remote control for your television.”

“Why?”

“I want to watch it,” Veronica said, but her face said, Give me the damn remote control.

Maria reached behind a throw pillow. She found the remote and handed it over.

Veronica thumbed the television to life, and then cranked up the volume.

Maria brought her hands to her ears. “What are you-”

Veronica held up a hand to silence her, and then sat on the sofa, pulling Maria down with her. “If they have access to your home,” she said softly, “you have to assume that they’ve installed listening devices.”

That sense of indignant horror returned, hitting her like a punch to the stomach. “This is my home,” Maria said again.

“Not for long,” Veronica said. “Tell me what Felix knows.”

“Everything, I think. He knows that someone close to him is feeding information to the Americans. He hasn’t traced it to me yet, but I know he suspects. He all but accused me today.”

“If he thought you had betrayed him, you wouldn’t be here right now,” Veronica said.

“I took the offensive,” Maria explained. “I got angry at him that he could even think such a thing, and I stormed out. He didn’t stop me because he was too startled. I can’t go back.”

“You won’t have to,” Veronica said. “You’re getting out tonight.”

Maria stood. “I’m ready.”

Veronica pulled her back down. “Not now. Later tonight. In a few hours.”

“I can’t wait a few hours. You said that Felix is listening. I never listen to the television this loud. That alone will tell him that something is wrong. Besides, he already heard you-”

“No,” Veronica said, cutting her off. “I doubt that anyone listens in real time. If Felix is recording you, he’s recording many others, too. It’s not possible to listen to so many all at once. You should have enough time.”

“I should? Suppose I don’t?”

“I’m sorry, Maria, but that’s the best we can do.”

“Why do we have to wait? What will be different in a few hours?” It was so easy for American spies to tell others to be patient when the endangered lives weren’t their own.

Veronica took a few seconds to frame her answer. She put her hand on Maria’s. “Tell me that you were not bluffing about the smuggling tunnels,” she said.

The sudden change in subject startled her. “I don’t understand.”

“The smuggling tunnels,” Veronica said again. “The ones that you have been holding out as an incentive for me to get you out of Mexico. Are they real?”

“Of course they’re real.”

“Then tell me where they are.”

This wasn’t right. Something in Veronica’s eyes gave away a bad intent. The rules had been the same from the very beginning: Maria would reveal the location of the tunnels after she had crossed the border into the United States. It was her only bargaining chip, and she dared not squander it.

“There are many of them,” Maria said, stalling for time.

“How many?”

“Veronica, this is inappropriate. First you tell me that I cannot leave the country, and then you tell me that I have to wait a few more hours. Now you want the one piece of information that I will not give you. You know our rules.”

“Your cover’s been blown,” Veronica said flatly. “This is a new day, and it comes with new rules. Unless you tell me where they are, we will not be able to protect you as you use them.”

Her words launched a chill. “What do you mean, as I use them?”

As Veronica shared the details of the plan, Maria felt her life caving in on her. She was to wait for strangers to arrive, and then those strangers would get her out of the country. It all seemed unnecessarily complicated.

“I don’t understand,” Maria said after Veronica was finished. “Why can’t you just drive me across the border? For that matter, why can’t you just drive these other people across the border, too?”

Veronica gave her a long look before responding, “That’s very complicated.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“You’re right, it’s not.” Veronica seemed to be struggling with what she could and could not say. “Let me put it to you this way,” she said. “What is happening here tonight is not officially sanctioned by the United States. In fact, if you are caught in the process, you will be on your own. At best, if you are caught by the police or the Army, you will be arrested. Obviously, if you are caught by Felix Hernandez’s men, you will be killed. For political reasons, I cannot provide you with any assistance until you are on the other side of the border.”

Maria’s head swam. “For political reasons? What does that even mean?”

“That’s the complicated part. These people you’ll be with are being hunted by the Mexican government as murderers. I’m told by my supervisors that they are innocent-that they are the victims of a conspiracy devised by Hernandez-but what is important to Hernandez is also important to the police. It is equally complicated on my side of the border, where the return of these people you’ll be meeting, and your testimony against Hernandez, will bring very bad news to some very powerful people.”

Maria listened intently, hoping that these details would start to make sense. Then, when they did, she wished that they didn’t. “So, when you say we’ll be on our own, what you really mean is that we’ll have no allies. None at all.”

Veronica’s face turned grim. “Exactly. Until you get to the other side. If you give me the address where the tunnel ends on the American side of the border, I can be there waiting for you. I can take you into protective custody and then we can sort it all out.”

This was impossible. The whole idea was impossible. Each of these tunnels was over a mile long, and they were more than mere passageways for the transfer of drugs from one side of the border to the other. They were guarded, and they contained stockpiles of materials. Maria had never visited them personally, but she’d heard from others that processing operations were performed inside some of the tunnels.

“No,” Maria said. “I won’t do it. This is suicide. I will take my chances with Felix.”