Many
of the cleverest and some of the most hardened criminals are
sometimes confounded by the presence of true evil. It is therefore
shocking when one encounters true evil face to face and fails to see
it for what it is. Being oblivious to it is worse than being shocked
by it because that is when one is truly dead. – D.D.
Catalina
spoke with Vega as he was getting into the all-terrain vehicle.
“I
will see you tomorrow and I will have another little job for you.”
“I'm
glad to hear you're more calm,” he said. “I'll have things to
tell you.” He ended the call and told the driver to take him to
the airport.
She
wasted no time for the next step.
“At
your service, Señora Creel,” said the voice on her phone.
“Proceed
immediately with the preparations, Doctor,” she told him.
At
that moment Luis was in the medical examiner's office awaiting a
report.
“Here
is the result of the second autopsy. Señor Larios died as a result
of cranial trauma. A blow to the head. I've already sent a copy to
the police department so they can reopen the investigation of a
qualified homicide based on these results.”
Luis
thanked the man and took his copy.
“Good.
Good. Catalina Creel,” he said under his breath.
“You
truly have no limits, Mother,” said Alejandro. “José Carlos'
discoveries are going to get the jewelry stores are closed. What do
you expect to gain with this?”
“To
hold on to what is ours.”
“Gothier
is not yours, don't you understand?”
“I
am saying it is yours and mine. I have told you many times, all I
have done is for you.”
“Therefore,
pretend that I'm dead.” He then turned to leave. Catalina rose
from her desk.
“Alejandro,
please, don't say that ever! Stay with me. We have plans. Together
we can stay, you and I.” He shook his head.
“No,
Mother. The only one who will stay is you.”
He
left her looking bewildered as he walked out of her office.
Luis
went to the court building to speak with the new prosecutor.
“The
death of Ignacio Vasco is connected to the death of Carlos Larios.
Here is the information I have.” He handed him the file.
“Very
good. We'll combine that with the other information.”
“And
the death of Alvaro Mendoza Perez, connected to the killing of Miguel
Terranova.” He handed over another folder. The prosecutor opened
the file.
“All
of this is the same case?”
“All
of this goes back to one principal suspect,” Luis said, handing him
his file on Catalina, opened to her head shot.
Catalina
sat on her terrace. Francisco wanted to make plans.
“We
will work together,” he said. “Don't tell me you won't intervene
in Gothier.”
“I
will not decide until the last minute when José Carlos departs for
Sierra Leone.”
“Commandante
Vega will shortly arrive. Did he make a deal with Julius? Did he
reach an agreement about the diamonds? Or is he betraying us?”
“He
will arrive tomorrow. I want you to ask about the accounts.”
She
looked uncertain. She who had never been anything else previously in
the presence of any other person looked concerned.
Leonora
had packed and the driver loaded her suitcases into the car.
“Señora,
please let me inform Señor Larios of your destination.”
“And
if I don't want him to know?”
“Señora,
I'm not trying to influence you but I think it would be better if he
knew.”
“Let's
just say it's going to be very far from here. Thanks for everything,
Jaime.”
She
got into the car.
The
captain of the company plane told José Carlos it was ready.
“Thanks.
We need to get to Sierra Leone as soon as possible.”
Just
as they walked out to the beautiful white plane Alejandro pulled up
in his car.
Outside
the Gothier atelier police were gathering. Miriam tried to stop them
from shutting the gates and putting up signs by saying this was
illegal only to be told that there was a court order from a judge.
Crowds were starting to build.
Alejandro
ran up to José Carlos to stop him from getting on the plane.
“You
can't leave now. The police are shutting the office, my mother has
sent for her lawyers, and she's staying inside.”
“Catalina
can't do that.”
“You
do realize you are the only one who can be there.”
“Francisco.
Where is he?”
“I
don't know. I've called but he doesn't answer. Something is up.”
“Yes,
something. Thanks for telling me.”
José
Carlos went back to his car and talked to Miriam as he was driving.”
“José
Carlos, your mother called her lawyers to try to stop them closing
the office.”
“Miriam,
I know. I need to communicate with Señor Vasco Celos. He'a a
notary. Tell him I urgently need to see him at the store.” He ended
the call and floored the accelorator.
Catalina
punched in Francisco's number and put her cell on speaker.
“We
are to revise the numbers in Sierra Leone.”
“We
can't do anything about that,” he told her. “We have to wait and
see what José Carlos does there.”
“He
should be taking off about now.”
She
did not tell him what that really meant.
Alejandro
was still on the tarmac. The pilots were waiting for instructions.
One asked Alejandro if they should cancel the flight.
Leonora
looked at her son and at a cell phone message as the car pulled out.
Alejandro
called José Carlos from the plane just as he arrived at the atelier.
“Give
me the names of the contacts in Sierra Leone,” he said.
“Why
do you want them?”
“I'm
going there.”
“No;
that's madness. It's very dangerous.”
“I
didn't think you'd insult me like that,” Alejandro said, jokingly.
“No.”
“The
plane is about to take off. Besides let me help you in this to bring
my mother down. I need to do this.”
“Are
you sure?”
“Yes,
completely sure. You take care of Leonora and my son. I can't do so
from here,” he laughed slightly.
Catalina's
phone rang.
“I
have bad news for you,” said her lawyer. “The news is here.
José Carlos is about to withdraw the company [???]”
“Who?”
“Your
stepson, José Carlos. He is withdrawing everyone from the company.”
Catalina
was shocked.
“It
can't be. Are you sure it's José Carlos?”
“Yes,
yes, yes. Completely sure, Señora.”
He
ended the call. Catalina immediately called Vega, who was still on
his way to the airport.
“José
Carlos is still here in Mexico,” she almost shouted.
“What
did you say?”
“I'm
saying that José Carlos is still here. The damned plane hasn't
left.”
“That
can't be; it must be an error. Let me check that.” He opened the
laptop and read out the flight plan, telling her that the plane left
at 17:30.
“But
there is some kind of mistake. My lawyer called and he said that
José Carlos is here!”
“Listen
to me, Catalina. I just read you the report from the Aeronautics
Authority. This can't be a mistake. The listed passenger is a Señor
Larios.”
Catalina's
face fell as it dawned on her that it was not only not José Carlos,
it also wasn't Francisco.
The
captain told Alejandro the plane would reach cruising altitude in a
few minutes. It hit some turbulence, which the captain told
Alejandro was nothing to worry about.
Alejandro sat back and looked
at his cell. Two messages appeared, then it began ringing.
“Alejandro,
answer, please!” Catalina whispered to herself twice. He looked at
the phone and finally answered in irritation.
“What
do you want?”
“Alejandro,
where are you?”
“I'm
not telling you where I'm going.”
“Just
tell me where you are!” she almost shouted.
“Just
because I answered doesn't mean I have to tell you. Don't call me
again; I don't want to hear from you ever again!”
He
ended the call before she could get his name out. She called his
cell again.
José
Carlos was discussing documents with Miriam. She told him she didn't
have them but that they were backed up. His cell rang and he
answered very annoyed.
“Catalina,
how dirty can you get sending your lawyers to the shutdown?”
“José
Carlos, who is on that plane? Answer me! Is Alejandro on that
plane? Answer me, is Alejandro on that plane?”
“There's
nothing you can do about it now, Catalina. Alejandro is on his way
to Sierra Leone to close the mines.”
Catalina
ended the call and began to hyperventilate. “My son!”
Another
pocket of turbulence was hit. The co-pilot told Alejandro to sit back
and not worry. His cell alerted him to a message. Then another.
Then a third followed by the ring.
“I
told you not to call me, Mother.”
“Alejandro,
listen to me. Don't hang up. Order the pilot to fly to the nearest
airport. He's got to turn the plane around.”
“We're
on our way to Sierra Leone to close the mines.”
“The
devil with the mines! You're got to turn the plane around. It will
explode. There is a bomb. Alejandro, please!”
“What
have you done?” he said through his teeth.
“Alejandro!”
“What
have you done?”
The
bomb exploded near the hull on the starboard side.
“Fuck!
What have you done?”
“Forgive
me.”
The
alarm sounded.
“Alejandro,
forgive me, please!”
José
Carlos went into the office, telling Miriam to call him if she had
questions. His cell rang and he answered.
“Ale?”
“José
Carlos, I don't have much time. Listen to me. Listen to me. I have
to tell you something.”
“What?”
“Promise
me that you will take care of Leonora and my son. Promise me,
please.”
“Yes,
of course. Tell me what's happening, Alejandro.”
“Forgive
me for everything I've said or done. Promise me.”
“Alejandro,
what is happening? Please tell me what's going on.”
“Someone
put a bomb on the plane. We are going down any minute.”
“Alejandro,
tell the pilot to land. Tell him to land, please!”
“There
is no time. It was meant for you, don't you know?”
“Tell
the pilot to land, please!”
“Take
good care of Leonora, please, and my son. Tell him every day his
father loves him. That his heart is always with him. And I wish you
happiness, brother. That's all. Goodbye. I love you.”
“Alejandro,
listen to me. Alejandro!” He slumped to the floor. “Alejandro,
listen to me!”
Catalina
called Alejandro as the flames grew on the starboard engine. The
plane bucked and the phone flew out of his hand. She shouted at him
to talk to her.
The air traffic controllers contacted the pilot who
reported the problem. The controllers were told to contact the Navy
as the plane was losing altitude. Alejandro got out of his seat and
sent forward to the cockpit to ask what they could do. He was told
to prepare for impact. They could not go faster. Catalina kept
yelling to Alejandro to answer her.
The co-pilot shouted “Mayday”
several times but the communication seemed to have failed. The flame
grew on the engine. Alejandro fell on the deck as he tried going
back to his seat and his hand touched his cell phone. He may or may
not have heard Catalina's panicked voice yelling to answer her.
He
closed his eyes as the light outside the window appeared to be a dead
white.
Catalina
dropped the cell phone and cried out his name. She slumped to the
floor.
José
Carlos cried, knowing that he had lost his brother.
Francisco
entered the office and saw José Carlos. The sight was shocking, as
though this were the first time he had ever seen his nephew cry.
“José,
Carlos. What happened?”
José
Carlos stood and looked at him.
“Alejandro
was in the plan on the way to Sierra Leone. It exploded. Catalina
had put a bomb on the plane. It exploded.” Francisco froze.
Catalina
started crying, punctuated with cries of anguish.
The
control tower chief spoke with Francisco.
“I'm
sorry, but we have no more information,” he said.
“This
is about my son,” Francisco said.
“I'm
sorry, but I have no more information until things are confirmed.”
Francisco
ended the call, looking as though he were in a trance. He walked as
slowly as a zombie in a bad horror film until he got to the table
near the door. He cried for a moment as he flipped the table over,
crashing the lamp on the floor.
José
Carlos cried out Catalina's name as he entered her office and found
her staring into space.
“You
killed my brother. You killed your son. You are despicable.”
“Alejandro
is alive,” she said. “He is alive.”
He
pulled her to her feet and shouted into her face.
“You
killed him! You killed him! You killed your son!”
“No.
No. My son is alive.”
She
turned away. It was almost impossible for José Carlos to tell
whether she had truly had broken with reality or was faking it; he
had seen her hypocrisy for most of his life. She leaned against the
wall repeating to herself. “He is alive. Alejandro is alive. We
will find him. We will find him.”
José
Carlos walked away and left the room. He knew that his own grief was
genuine.
Luis
brought Leonora a glass of water.
“Thanks.
How is José Carlos?”
“Holding
up. He was born to be strong, like you.”
“The
last time I saw Alejandro I treated him badly. I was very rude to
him.”
“Well,
you said what you had to say to him because it was the right thing at
the time.”
“Then
where does this guilt come from?” Luis got in front of her to look
her in the eyes.
“Catalina
planted the bomb on the plane. Why do you have to feel bad?”
“Because
I had loved him and he is the father of my son. Was the
father of my son.” She burst into a fresh set of tears. He
embraced her and she leaned on his shoulder.
José
Carlos introduced himself to Lt. Aguilar of the federal police.
Catalina and Francisco followed him into the office and began asking
questions. He asked his co-workers to excuse them and they left.
Catalina and Francisco began asking questions.
Aquilar showed them
the radar device and explained what it was, showing them the point at
which they lost communication. To José Carlos' next question there
was no possibility that the plane had only lost communication.
Francisco asked about survival possibility. He answered that with
what they knew it was nearly impossible. The plane wasn't near
enough to land to have landed.
Catalina kept saying that it was
impossible, that Alejandro had to be alive.
“Aren't
you going to try to rescue him? I don't care how many people it
takes. I don't care whether or not you catch the ones who did this.
Just find him.”
“We're
working on it, Señora. We've sent as many men as we can spare.
It's important that we identify the last place of communication so
the Navy –”
“You
have to find my son! Alejandro has to appear alive! Do you hear me?
You –”
Aguilar
could not have been more grateful when someone told him there was an
important call. He asked for privacy to take the call.
“Did
he tell you any more about before we got here?”
“What
you both heard,” Francisco said. Then he left. It's impossible
that they could have survived. The plane went down in the middle of
the sea.” Ámbar called him and he excused himself.
“I'm
glad you succeeded, “José Carlos said. “If you're looking for
guilt, it wasn't me. We will find out who was and you will go to
prison for the rest of your life.” Francisco returned and a woman
called them in to see Lt Aguilar.
Lt
Aguilar told them to sit down; Catalina refused. He explained that a
Marine helicopter had found the rest of the plane.
“Everything
points to there being no survivors. I'm sorry.”
Catalina
said nothing. Aguilar looked at the others.
“I
understand that this is a sensitive moment. There are still little
details of protocol. In view of the body parts we found, the plane's
flight plan –”
Catalina
said nothing and likely paid no attention to the subsequent questions
about retriving the body parts for the funeral, and another thing or
two. She was stunned, numb, and inside she was out of control.
Leonora
sat in her home, staring at some white flowers in a vase. But she
saw nothing. José Carlos entered. A moment later he began to cry.
“I
couldn't do anything..” She rose from the couch and embraced him.
“I couldn't do anything.” He cried, even shook as he tried to
articulate the words. They embraced tighter, sank to the floor, and
cried without words.
Catalina
leaned against her mattress and boxspring, holding a framed photo of
Alejandro as she cried alone. She stayed on the bedroom floor and
cried out in anguish, like Medea in the Greek tragedy. when she wept
for her loss of position.
After
the funeral service José Carlos, Leonora, Luis, and Ambar stood
outside the church, talking about how this had felt similar to
Carlos' funeral. Francisco arrived and José Carlos suggested they
leave. Ambar was the last because she stopped to look at Francisco
once more, perhaps in disbelief that everything had come to this.
Francisco
went inside and saw Catalina staring at a photo of their son. He
looked at her with studied indifference. She started to say
something but he wasn't listening.
“During
twenty-five years you hid my son from me. Now I was trying to
recover from that and I lost him.”
“Alejandro
was always more mine than yours. The one who worked all the time to
build our future was me.”
“We
are here because of what you did. You know there were times when I
thought to live you have to concede.”
“And
we are here, you and I. Alone. We have just lost a son. That
unites us more than ever.”
“Forever.”
They
embraced before the altar of the church. Only the most saintly
priest would have forgiven their sins against the rest of the world.
A
local policeman handed a file to Lt Aguilar which contained photos
from an airport security camera. The man in the photo was identified
as Fermín Vasquez. Aguilar wanted all available information on him.
Vega
stood at the edge of the library waiting for Catalina on the terrace.
He looked as though he had lost ten pounds and aged five years upon
his return from Sierra Leone. He was not eager to speak with her but
there was no avoiding it.
“Do
you know what Alejandro's last words to me were?” she said. “'What
have you done?' I couldn't say anything because what could I have
said? Because an imbecile made a mistake. You did this to him.”
“I
couldn't have –” She pulled out her pistol.
“You
killed my son!” She aimed directly at his heart. She was at
point-blank range.
“Put
the gun down, Catalina,” he said.
“Do
you have children?” she asked. “Do you have children? Do you
know what it is to lose one?” He shook his head. “Talk! What
do you have to say?”
“I
did exactly what you wanted.”
“No!
You were supposed to insure that José Carlos got on that plane!
You didn't!”
“Put
down the gun!” he said. “You are very worked up. Calm down.”
“You
are here to see that the plane exploded with José Carlos in it!”
“This
couldn't be helped. Nobody could have foreseen that Alejandro would
make the mistake to enter that plane to take this trip. I didn't do
that, neither did you.”
Catalina
relaxed her firing arm and leaned over the patio table to catch her
breath. Vega looked at her and knew what he needed to do.
“It's
over, Catalina,” he said. “I'm very sorry about your son but you
have to know that I am not the only one responsible.”
She
looked up but not at him.
“I
have one small job for you.”
“If
it's to eliminate José Carlos, believe me it's –”
“No,
I don't want more deaths. It will be the only job you have left from
me. And I will pay very well.”
José
Carlos and Luis sat in Luis' apartment. Luis worked at his computer
and looked up. José Carlos hadn't said anything in hours.
“Do
you need anything?” he asked.
“No.
I couldn't hear Alejandro's voice for his last words from the plane.
To see Catalina in the church was too much.”
“Don't
think about that. What did Francisco say to you in the church?”
“He
had spoken with the Aeronautic Authorities about finding out who
placed the bomb.” He noticed Luis' silent reaction. “Yes, I
think the same. We all know who it was.”
“Catalina
ordered it but didn't place the bomb.” He showed his laptop screen
to José Carlos. “Commandante Vega. He was the alleged
investigator in the murder of Alvaro.”
“He's
an associate of Catalina's. She wanted Francisco close to her for
when I would fall into the trap so he could run the total operations
in Mexico. I have to get back to Leonora. She's been sick about
what happened to Alejandro. I have to do this.”
“Talk
to her. Tell her what I told you.”
“Thanks.”
Leonora
sat in dead silence remembering happier times (and others) before the disaster
struck on her life. José Carlos arrived.
“I
was afraid you might be asleep.”
“No.
I can't sleep.”
“Would
you like me to stay with you here tonight?”
“Yesterday
I made the decision to leave. I packed my bags and left the house.
I came back when Luis came to tell me about Alejandro.”
“Leave?
Where to?”
“I
don't know. It's that you and I can't do this. It's that each of us
need to work on our things. I about Alejandro and you your family.
I don't want to be that, you know? Neither do I want you to take
Alejandro's place.”
“I
don't want to take Alejandro's place. You are the most important
thing to me.”
“The
advantage for you is you didn't look at anyone before me and I have a
son with your brother.”
“We
still have to talk about your feelings. Surely you know that I love
you.” She nodded. “An I know you're afraid. So am I. I never
want to hurt you. But it looks like the only feelings getting hurt
are mine.” She began to cry.
“We
can't do this,” she said.
“Do
you know what Alejandro's last words were? That I take care of you
and Edgar.” She cried harder. “He asked that I take care of you
and that's what I want to do. Only if you allow me and in the ways
that you want. Good night.”
He
kissed her on the cheek and left.
Catalina
opened what looked like rolled tobacco, using an exacto blade. The
wrappings did not contain what she expected to find.
“Where
are the diamonds?” she demanded. “You said that you and Julius
made an agreement and no more were going to be stolen. Therefore,
why are they not here?”
“Another
cartel recommended that we bring them into another country using
mules, said Vega.
“Then
where are they?”
“In
the safe house.”
“We
have to go there.”
“You're
not making sense now. The doctor is preparing --”
“I
need to see those diamonds. José Carlos had all my accounts sealed,
I have no money to move. Let's go.”
She
led the way and he followed her to the “safe house.”
“The
doctor says we need to wait. None of the girls will be in danger of
death. We need to stay out of his way.”
They
walked past two other women waiting outside the makeshift operating
room. Two armed men were in attendance. An unconscious woman lay on
the gurney.
“Why
haven't you done it?” Catalina asked.
“She
had a bad reaction to the anaesthesia. I don't' want to risk her
life,” said the doctor. “We have to wait.”
To
the horror of both men, Catalina ripped open the hospital gown on the
young woman and picked up a scapel.
Without even washing her hands
or putting on surgical gloves she made a long incision in the woman's
stomach area.
Vega cringed at the sight. She then put her bare hand
inside and felt around for the buried treasure more valuable to her
than any other life.
She pulled out two or three large stones and
looked at Vega.
“And
now for the others.”
After
she had washed her hands, hands more bloody in reality than Lady
Macbeth's in her imagination, she told Vega to follow her.
They went
into another former operating or emergency room where she pulled her
gun out of her purse and pointed it at him.
“What
are you doing?”
“Did
you think I was going to give you a pass about what you did to my
son?”
“The
only one responsible for Alejandro's death is you,” he said. He
tried to reach for his own pistol but wasn't fast enough.
She shot
him six times without even blinking her eye.
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