Chills & Thrills: Three Novel Box Set (17 page)

Suddenly, as if the good Lord himself planted it in her mind, she knew. She would go to where dreams came true. She would go to America.

CHAPTER FOUR

WHEN JOSEFINA CAME IN AFTER THE PARTY AROUND
 midnight Marta was packing. “What are you doing?” her friend asked.

“What does it look like?” Marta replied.

“I hope not what I think it looks like. Have you gone crazy? You're not planning on leaving.”

“I haven't gone crazy, but I am leaving,” Marta said. She placed a small crucifix around her neck.

“Think this through, Marta. Why must you go?”

Marta walked over to Josefina and wrapped her arms around her. “I'm sorry, but I cannot stay here now, not after tonight. Señor Rodriguez must be outraged with me. I ruined his celebration.”

Josefina pulled away from their embrace but held onto Marta's arms. “You've ruined nothing. The fiesta went fine. Besides, if this is anyone's fault, it's Señor Espinoza's. He lied to you about everything, and now you carry his child. I was so afraid of this. Men like that don't marry girls like us. I'm sorry, Marta, but I knew this to be too good to be true. I wish it wasn't this way. But you can't let that man ruin your life. If anyone should leave here feeling disgraced and never to return, it should be him.”

“That may be. But we both know that will never happen. Antonio will come and go as he pleases. Señor Rodriguez will not stop receiving him because he fathered my child and then broke my heart.” Marta choked back her desperate need to sob all over again.

“Why can't you simply avoid him when he comes here? Señor Rodriguez is a fair man. He will make certain that your path never crosses with Antonio's,” Josefina implored as she sat down on the edge of Marta's bed.

“Even so, I will know he's here, and he'll surely find out about the baby. I do not want my child to have any involvement with that man.”

“Please don't go. You're the only true friend I have here. You're my family.”

“I'm so sorry,” Marta whispered. She went back to putting the few things she had left into a small duffel bag.

“Where do you plan to go? How do you plan to get to wherever it is that you're going?”

“I'm going to America, and I have no idea how I'm getting there.” She let out a quiet chuckle, realizing how foolish that sounded, but it didn't change the fact that she was going.

“It's obvious that your mind is made up. I suppose I'll have to help you,” Josefina said, picking up one of her friend's sweaters and folding it for her.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Now, make sure you pack only what you need, because the trip you're about to make will be long and grueling. I suggest you get a couple of hours of sleep, because it may be all you are able to get for awhile.”

“What are you talking about?”

“A plan. Don't worry. I know how to get you where you need to go.”

Marta shook her head. Surely her friend had lost her mind, but she trusted Josefina. After packing, she rested for a bit, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay before her, then with memories of Antonio — memories that now seemed so distant and unreal. She finally fell into a fitful sleep. But no sooner had she done so than Josefina was shaking her awake.

“Come on. We've got to go,” she whispered. “Hide your money in two separate places. It can be dangerous out there. Are you certain that you really want to go?”

“I haven't changed my mind.”

“Hurry up then. We don't have a lot of time.”

Marta quickly got up and dressed. She wore an old black skirt and blouse. Pulling her long, thick hair up into a bun at the nape of her neck, she secured half of the four hundred dollars she'd saved into the hair and net. She was thankful for her long thick hair. If anyone tried to rob her, they wouldn't think to look there. She placed the other half of the money into a jewelry bag, which had been her grandmother's, and tucked it inside her duffel. If she were robbed, that
 was
 where the thieves would look, and assume that was all she had.

Josefina grabbed her by the hand. They slipped out of the servants' area to the back gate of the estate leading to the shore. A guard with a rifle greeted them. He looked at Josefina who called out, “For the people.” The guard nodded his head knowingly, and scanned Marta up and down. A look of suspicion crossed his face.

“She's okay. Señor Rodriguez said that she could work with me tonight. He said that extra help is needed.” The guard didn't budge. He stared hard at the two women. “If you think I'm lying, go ask him yourself. I'm sure he'd be thrilled with you for waking him at this hour, especially after he's spent his evening hosting a fiesta.”

Muttering to himself, the guard opened the gate, letting them pass through. Marta held tightly onto Josefina's hand as they descended the rock stairway in between overgrown bushes. When they reached the sand, Marta tried to ask Josefina about the incident with the guard.

“Don't worry about that. It's nothing. And remember, anything you might see or do tonight is secret. Don't ask any questions, not one. You may not want to know the answers. Now let's hurry. We haven't got a lot of time.”

This was not normal behavior for her friend. The warning to protect secrets that she didn't even know about was frightening.

They walked along the dark beach for a couple of miles, guided by moonlight. Marta, unsure and intimidated, hesitated at one point, almost telling Josefina that this was a ridiculous idea and they should turn back. However, Antonio's face flashed through her mind, followed by an image of his pregnant 
wife
. Her resolve hardened and she even picked up her pace.

They passed through the village and heard the songs and laughter of drunken stragglers in the palapa restaurant. Lights from the palapa reflected off the ocean's rolling waves, their shadows following the women as they walked against the shore. The rest of the village was dark now, except for the outlines of huts spread throughout from the shore on up into the jungle's mountainside about a quarter of the way up.

They came around a point at the south end of the beach where Josefina led them back up on a path and into the jungle. The path eventually gave way to a dirt road where they saw the headlights of a truck. It was headed in their direction. Marta's stomach twisted.

Josefina squeezed her hand and smiled at her. “It's fine. When the truck reaches us, climb in, and don't say a single word to anyone.”

Once in the dark bed of the truck, Marta made out a group of men and women huddled together. She looked at her friend, who put a finger to her lips. The loaded truck took off up the winding road, its passengers jostled around by its rough surface. The truck started climbing shrouding them in humidity, its denseness filled with a pungent and dank sweetness.

They stopped nearly an hour later, deep in the heart of the jungle. Alarming, unfamiliar sounds echoed throughout the lush thick foliage — screeches from some undeterminable animal, a monkey maybe, and alarming bird calls. Marta shivered. Was this really the right thing? And what in the world were they doing in the jungles of Costa Careyes?

“Act like you belong, and do as I do,” Josefina whispered in her ear.

The driver motioned them out of the truck and led the group down an embankment, crossing a stream. Through the trees lights reflected on the water. Marta tried to get a better look at what lay ahead of them. It looked like a factory of some sort.

Baffled, Marta eventually set aside her fear as curiosity took over. What was this place? And why in the world had Josefina brought her here? They walked into the small concrete building and once Marta's eyes adjusted to the lights inside, she carefully looked around her. There was an assembly line of about thirty people putting a liquid substance into vials, and then stuffing the vials into chili peppers. At another row of tables there were about a dozen more people placing the peppers into wooden crates. She looked at Josefina, who shook her head and handed her a crate.

“Start working.”

“But, I…”

Josefina held up her hand. “Trust me.”

After a couple of hours of working at the task, Marta began to tire. No one said anything. They worked tirelessly. Josefina had to be crazy. How in the world was stuffing these peppers going to get her to America? And, what were they stuffing the peppers with?

As she was about to ask Josefina what was going on and insist on some answers, Josefina tapped her on the shoulder. “It's time to go.”

Marta followed her outside with some of the others. They balanced crates on top of their heads or carried them in their arms. Marta held hers in front of her, staggering under the weight of the heavy crate. All she wanted to do was lie down, to not take another step. The day, the emotions, the grueling trip into the jungle was catching up with her.

They reached the road where five trucks were parked. The workers set their crates in the back of the trucks. Josefina took Marta's out of her arms and put it in the back of one of the trucks, then took Marta by the hand and walked up to the passenger side and opened the door.

“Fernando, this is my friend Marta. She has a problem and needs to get to the States. Can you help us?”

The driver leaned forward over the wheel. He had a craggy face and a long black beard, but his eyes looked friendly. “Sure, I'll see that your friend gets to where she needs to go.”

Josefina smiled and turned to Marta. “Fernando is a good man. He will take care of you. They take this stuff into the United States all the time. He'll make sure that you get there safely. Don't worry, I wouldn't lead you astray.”

Marta hugged her friend for the last time and climbed up into the truck with her small bag of belongings. Moments later the convoy pulled away. Marta, unsure of what she'd experienced, closed her eyes, attempting to sort out everything she'd been through in the past twelve hours. It was strange how things could change in such a short amount of time. How could one go from the happiest moment in life, to the most miserable? Those twelve hours felt more like twelve years.

Fernando spoke, startling her. She opened her eyes. “You might as well settle in, we've got a long trip ahead of us.” He smiled at her. He was missing several teeth, and the ones he wasn't missing looked pretty rotten.

She tried to muster a return smile
. 
What in God's name had she gotten herself into?

****

LATE THAT SAME NIGHT, ANTONIO LAY AWAKE STARING AT
 the blades of the ceiling fan raking the air above his bed. Thankfully, its swishing sound had lulled his wife to sleep. But 
nothing
would put 
him 
to sleep tonight.

Marta's eyes captured his thoughts, and he knew he would never forget the way they'd looked when she'd discovered the truth. God, how he wanted to go to her, comfort her, tell her that he did truly love her, unlike any love he'd ever felt. He knew as he stared into those pain-filled eyes, that the moment would be seared upon his heart and mind forever. What he'd done to her was irreparable. As much as he yearned to go to her, he knew he couldn't. He had already hurt one woman he held dear that evening. He certainly wanted to spare Lydia the proof of his infidelities. They would devastate her. He truly loved her as well, but with a different kind of love. The passion wasn't what it had once been. Marta filled that void.

Would his weakness for beautiful women be his downfall? Marta hadn't been his only affair, but she was the only one, other than his wife, that he'd fallen in love with. He'd had it all for a while, the best of both worlds. There'd been no real need before to tell Marta that he was married. She never asked. He thought that she should have figured it out, a man of his stature and eminence, but he knew damn good and well, deep in his heart, that his Marta did not have any idea that he had a wife. She was naïve and he'd reveled in the fact that she trusted him so deeply. It was that type of innocence that attracted him to her in the first place.

Why had Lydia nagged him so badly to come to the party? She'd left him no choice. He'd tried and tried to convince her that it wasn't in the best interest for her and the baby. But it was to no avail. When Lydia wanted something bad enough, the damn woman knew how to grind on him until she got her way.

Lydia had begged, nagged, pleaded, wanting to see Cynthia and hating being left alone, complaining of his brooding brother Emilio. Lydia had to have been the one to put Cynthia up to the phone call that she'd placed to Antonio, insisting he bring her friend with him so the two could spend time together before they both were occupied with new babies.

Antonio hoped to see Marta before she discovered the truth on her own. He wanted to break it to her gently. He had searched for her during the party, knowing that he had to tell her the truth and convince her that they could still be together when he visited Javier's. But he did not find her in time and by the look in her eyes he knew that any thought of further intimacy between them could not occur. She hated him now. He was certain of that.

If only he could have explained. Lydia hadn't let him out of her sight the entire time they'd been at Javier's. He wondered if her woman's intuition had warned her. Sadly enough, Marta discovered this painful revelation in the worst way. Maybe that was the best way. It would be over, and Antonio could concentrate more on the future of his and Javier's ever-growing empire. Marta took up a lot of space in his mind even when they weren't together.