Authors: Robbins Harold
Amparo shook her head. "No. The report will remain where it is, an insurance policy against my life and his."
Her father stared at her silently for a moment, then his hand shot across the table. He seized an exposed breast and squeezed it savagely, digging his fingers into her flesh.
Her face went white but the expression in her eyes did not change, even though beads of perspiration broke out across her forehead.
Abruptly he let her go. There was a curious look of respect on his face as he spoke. "You are just like your mother," he said. "Blond hair, black pussy."
The three soldiers snapped to attention as Dax and Fat Cat approached. The lieutenant in the center saluted. "Colonel Xenos?"
Dax nodded. "Si."
"El Presidente has asked that I bring you to him immediately. This way, please." Instead of going through the gate and past the customs desk, he turned toward a small side door. Dax and Fat Cat started after him, but two soldiers stepped in front of Fat Cat.
"You will remain here," the taller of the two said sharply.
Dax saw Fat Cat's hand sneaking toward the gun in his shoulder holster. With a gesture of his hand he stopped him.
"I don't like this," Fat Cat whispered.
Dax smiled bleakly. "What is there to be afraid of?" he asked in English, then reverted to Spanish. "We are home now. Do as the lieutenant asks. Wait here for me."
Dax turned and walked after the lieutenant. Politely he opened the door and stood aside as Dax walked through. Dax blinked his eyes at the hot bright sunlight and waited until the lieutenant caught up with him.
"This way," the lieutenant said, leading him around the building.
There, hidden from ordinary view, stood el Presidente's bulletproof limousine. The lieutenant opened the rear door.
"Come in, Dax," el Presidente called from inside.
Dax got in and the door immediately slammed behind him. He blinked his eyes, for the curtains were drawn across the windows. The interior of the limousine felt cool, and it was a moment before he realized that both the motor and the air-conditioner were running. He looked at el Presidente.
Despite the air-conditioning the old man's face was shiny with perspiration. "Why didn't you let me know you were coming, my boy?" he asked almost unctuously. "Fortunately I learned of your impending arrival from Amparo."
Dax looked directly at him. "I didn't think it would matter. Where's Amparo?"
El Presidente avoided his eyes. "She is dedicating a new clinic at the free hospital."
Through the glass partition both the lieutenant and the chauffeur were watching them, and each held an automatic pistol at the ready.
"Don't pay any attention to them," el Presidente said, "they can't hear us."
Dax smiled. "I wasn't concerned about that."
El Presidente smiled back. "The other is just routine. They are very zealous about protecting me. My boy, you have chosen a very inopportune time to come home. You should never have resigned your post."
"There was nothing else I could do when you did not send the troops you had promised."
"There were valid reasons, problems you know nothing about."
"But you gave your word," Dax replied, "and I gave mine. I used my friends, my influence. I pleaded and cajoled them into sending you the new weapons. Surely you don't think they believed your lie about the term of enlistment having expired."
"What difference does it make what they believed?" el Presidente answered in an annoyed voice. "There was trouble again in the mountains. The soldiers were more important to me here than in Korea."
"It was a lie from the very beginning," Dax accused. "You never intended sending them. It was merely a way to get the new weapons."
El Presidente's face went white with anger, and with difficulty he controlled his voice. "I have had men shot for saying less!"
Dax leaned back against the seat and smiled tightly. "Go ahead. At least then my friends would realize I had nothing to do with their betrayal."
El Presidente was silent for a moment. When he spoke he had regained control over his voice. "I choose to forget your insult because it was made in the heat of anger. But remember this one thing. My first and only concern is Corteguay. Everything else in the world is important only by its relationship to that. Do you understand?"
Dax's lips twisted bitterly. "I understand very well."
"You may not appreciate it but I have saved your life by coming here to meet you."
Dax was silent.
"The newspapers are screaming for your head. They would like to see you court-martialed for resigning your post under fire."
Dax looked at him. "You wouldn't be interested in telling them the truth, would you?"
"If they would listen I might," el Presidente replied, "but it is too late. They wouldn't listen."
"Why didn't you stop them at the beginning?"
"It developed too quickly," el Presidente answered smoothly. "Before I could do anything, they had already inflamed the people."
Suddenly Dax began to laugh. "No wonder you were able to persuade my father to believe in you. You control everything printed in the newspapers, yet you calmly sit there and expect me to believe that?"
El Presidente sat stiffly, silently.
"All right. You wish me to go back on the plane that brought me here?"
"Yes, there is still much you can do for us abroad."
"No," Dax replied with finality. "You've used me enough, just as you used my father. Find yourself another boy.”
"You say that because you are bitter. But you are Corteguayan. The day will come when you will change your mind."
"I shall always be Corteguayan, but I will never change my mind."
El Presidente was silent.
Dax looked at him. "I would like to see Amparo before I leave."
"Amparo does not wish to see you," el Presidente replied coldly. "She has asked me to inform you that she is filing for divorce. She feels it improper, as my daughter, to continue the relationship with you."
Dax pulled back the curtain and looked out the window of the car. The mountains in the distance shimmered in the heat. After a moment he turned back to el Presidente. "Very well," he said quietly. He reached for the door. "I am ready to leave now."
"Just a moment." El Presidente gestured to the chauffeur in front. "The door locks are controlled by the driver."
The lieutenant got out of the car and came around to open the door. Dax started to walk away but he was stopped by el Presidente's voice.
"Vaya con Dios, mi hijo."
Dax turned. El Presidente was leaning forward at the open door of the car. There was a curiously sad expression on his face. For a long moment the two men looked at one another, the tired old man whose face seemed held together by a thousand wrinkled lines, and the weary young man whose face had lost its illusions.
"Gracias, excellency," Dax said gravely. "Vaya con Dios."
El Presidente ordered the door shut and disappeared behind the curtains as the big car took off, leaving a cloud of dust behind as it cut across the airfield toward the road. Dax watched until it had disappeared from sight, then started back to the terminal.
The big plane banked slowly over the sea, then moved back inland. As the no-smoking sign went out, Dax reached for a cigarette. The stewardess came down the aisle and stopped by his seat. "Senor Xenos? The messenger who brought this asked me to be sure you got it the moment we were airborne."
"Thank you."
The stewardess walked away as Dax opened the envelope and stared down at the note.
Dax,
I am sorry. Please forgive me.
Amparo
Slowly he tore the note into tiny pieces and stuffed them into the ash tray. He lit a cigarette and looked out the window. They were approaching the mountains now. He felt the vague pressure holding him against the seat as the plane continued to lift. He looked down.
The blue, jagged, snow-topped mountains of Corteguay. Suddenly his eyes blurred with tears. He closed them and leaned his head back wearily against the seat. He would never see them again.
CHAPTER 11
"Over there," Sue Ann said, pointing to where Dax lay outstretched, face down on the sand.
"Oui, madame," the beach boy replied, grinning. Sue Ann followed him silently past the early sunbathers. Expertly the boy rolled out the matelas and draped a towel over it. Sue Ann took a franc from her beach bag and handed it to him. He touched hi' finger to his forehead and went away, still grinning his toothy grin.
Silently she dropped onto the mattress and stretched out on her back. The sun felt good, warm on her skin. She stirred lazily and turned slightly on her side.
Dax had one eye open and was looking at her. "Hello."
"Hello," Sue Ann replied. She took out a bottle of sun lotion and began to apply the cream to her face. When she had finished she held out the bottle. "Would you do my back, please?"
"Of course." Dax sat up and she turned her back. His fingers were strong as they touched her.
Sue Ann looked out over the blue water. The sailboats were out early that morning and just beyond the bathing ropes a speedboat roared by towing a pair of water-skiers. "You're a hard man to catch up to."
"I don't think so," Dax replied. "I've been on the beach all morning."
"I read about your divorce in the papers. I went to New York to find you, but you'd already gone." She still was not looking at him. "They told me you had gone to Paris, so I went there, but you'd already left for Rome. In Rome I found you'd gone to Cannes. I was surprised to find you here. I really expected you'd go back to New York."
Her back was completely anointed. "Enough?"
"Enough." Sue Ann turned over on her stomach and looked at him. "What are you running away from?"
He smiled, meeting her eyes. "I'm not running from anything. I just have nothing better to do."
"Your actress friend," Sue Ann asked, glancing around the beach, "where is she?"
Dax laughed, his teeth white against his dark face. "Dee Dee? Too early for her; she never gets up until one."
"What do you see in her anyway?" Sue Ann asked. "She's such a bad actress."
"She's fun."
"I find it hard to believe. She looks so soft and mushy. A good stiff prick would let all the air out."
Dax laughed. "Don't let appearances fool you. She's a better actress than you think. She's quite strong, really."
"Could be. But not strong enough for a man like you. Not like me."
Dax studied her for a moment. "There's no one quite like you."
"Good or bad?"
"Both."
She seemed satisfied with his answer. "Her husband has filed suit for divorce in New York, naming you as correspondent. Are you planning to marry her?"
He shook his head. "No. We both agree that I am not wealthy enough to afford her."
She smiled. "They say he found you both in bed. It must have been rather embarrassing."
"It wasn't really." He smiled slightly at the memory. "It Was really quite civilized."
He remembered the night when the lights had come on suddenly in her bedroom and her husband had been standing there in the doorway. He was blinking both at the light and at the sight of them sitting up naked in the bed. "Oh, I beg your pardon."
"Hugh!" she had cried. "What are you doing here? I didn't expect you until tomorrow."
Her husband looked down at his watch. "It is tomorrow. I came in on the midnight plane from the coast."
"Those damn schedules! I never could understand them." Dee Dee had looked at Dax, then back at her husband. "By the way, you two haven't met. Hugh, this is Dax."
Her husband had made a sort of stiff bow from the doorway. "How do you do?" he mumbled politely.
Dax nodded gravely. He didn't speak.
"Well, I think I'd better be going."
A look of concern crossed Dee Dee's face. "But where will you find a place to stay, Hugh, at this hour of the night?"
"I'll go to my club."
Dee Dee nodded. She seemed relieved. "But make sure they give you an air-conditioned room. It's so damn hot here in New York."
For the first time her husband seemed horrified. "You know how I detest air-conditioning!" He turned in the doorway. "Well, good night."
"Hugh!" she cried out suddenly.
"What is it?"
"I'm such a featherhead, I almost forgot." Dee Dee turned to Dax. "Give me that pillow."
Dax had taken the pillow from behind him and held it out to her. "This one?"
"No, silly," Dee Dee had replied in an annoyed voice, "not that one. That's your pillow. The one next to it, Hugh's."
Wonderingly, he had watched as she put her hand inside the pillowcase. She seemed to be searching for something, and at last she found it, a small gift-wrapped package. She jumped out of bed oblivious of her nakedness and ran to her husband. "Your birthday present!"
Her husband took the package and looked down at it. "Thank you."
"I hope you like it." Dee Dee smiled, then kissed him on the cheek. "Happy birthday, Hugh!"
"Er, yes." He had stood there for a moment more, looking at her, and when he finally spoke, his voice was unusually mild. "Better get back into bed, dear. You'll catch your death with that damn air-conditioner blasting on you like that!"
"What have you been doing with yourself since your return from Korea?" Sue Ann asked, bringing him rudely back to the present.
"Nothing very much," he said casually. "Actually, I've been taking flying lessons. I just got my license."
"Planning to get a plane?"
Dax shook his head. "No. The one I'd like is a twin-engine Cessna but they're too rich for my blood. The others haven't the range or the speed."
"I'll buy it for you," Sue Ann said suddenly.
Dax looked at her. "Whatever for?"
"Just like this." Sue Ann snapped her fingers. "I can afford it."
"No, but thanks. An airplane like that is like a yacht. The upkeep is higher than the cost."
Sue Ann was silent for a moment. "Have you made any plans?"