"The name Colonel Jose Alvino Ramos Grijalva mean anything to you?" Lou
asked.
"How could it? I'm not sure I can even pronounce it."
"Well, Colonel Ramos declares himself to be a military attache at the
Guatemalan Consulate here. You've got a big shot in the Guatemalan Army
rummaging through your apartment. This is even worse than I thought.
Those guys are killers."
"Jesus." I was still coming to grips with the horrifying fact he'd been
in my apartment, in my only refuge. "Think I could bring charges
against him?"
"Well, let's consider this a minute. Probably no prints, no credible
witness. You'd have a damned hard time proving anything." He sighed.
"Truth is, I doubt you could even get a restraining order, given what
little you've got to work with."
"The bastard." I sat a moment, feeling the logical, left side of my
brain just shut down. My mind went back to its most primitive level,
running on adrenaline. "Look, I need to check out something. I'll call
you in the morning."
"Well, be careful," he said warily. "And for God's sake don't go
running off anyplace alone. I'm telling you you're not safe. Always be
around people."
"I'll keep it in mind." With that I gently hung up the phone and
exhaled.
Think. Some colonel from Guatemala just broke into my apartment looking
for what I might know about Children of Light, where I've been going to
see about having a baby. So why is he so interested in what I'm doing?
I remembered Alex Goddard wanted me to go to a "clinic" he had
somewhere in Central America. Ten to one that clinic was in Guatemala.
That was what this whole thing was about. And now he'd just gone back
there; at least that was what he'd said.
Guatemala was a long way off, but his other operation was right up the
river. I hadn't seen all of it this morning, but that was about to
change. A lot of things were about to change. It was time to start
getting the playing field level again.