will.” Thomas showed his daughter to the bathroom, where she could wash up.
She returned a few minutes later. The table was set with steaming ceramic bowls filled with rice, tomatoes and the delectable-smelling shrimp.
Lorraine took a seat. “When is…your housekeeper’s baby due?”
“Any day now,” he answered as he passed her the rice, hoping to avoid further questions.
“Those were her children outside?”
Thomas nodded.
“Her name is lovely.”
“It means lily.”
The irony of the situation didn’t escape him. At one time Azucena had, in fact, been his housekeeper. The school had hired her on his behalf, and for six months he’d barely noticed her. His house was kept spotless and his meals cooked every night. Beyond that, he was absorbed by the demands of teaching and enjoying his newfound profession. He’d never intended to take Azucena to his bed. He was married, although no one in El Mirador knew about his American wife. Nor did he wish to indulge in behavior that would be viewed with disfavor by the church-supported school.
To date, the headmaster had never mentioned Thomas’s living arrangements. He’d eaten meals in this house, so he had to know what was going on. Nevertheless he always referred to Azucena as Thomas’s housekeeper. And for those first six months that was exactly what she was. Thomas hadn’t made so much as an untoward gesture, and in the end, Azucena, whose name was regarded as a symbol of purity and perfection, had been the one to seduce him.
The meal was excellent. Azucena had chosen his favorite. He could see that Raine was enjoying it, too.
“She really is a wonderful cook,” Raine said as Azucena carried a plate of hot tortillas to the table.
It was difficult for Thomas to disguise his fondness for his common-law wife. He knew Lorraine had noticed the smile he’d given Azucena and might have commented, but their meal was interrupted by a loud demanding knock on the door. Both women looked at Thomas.
He set his napkin aside and moved across the room, unsure what to expect. The knock was not that of a friend. He knew trouble when he heard it.
Two uniformed policemen stood on the other side of the threshold. He’d rarely seen armed police in this town; not only that, he didn’t recognize either man, which was unusual in itself. He knew almost everyone in El Mirador, if not by name then by sight.
“Can I help you?” Thomas asked, taking care to pronounce each word distinctly and with authority.
“We’re looking for Lorraine Dancy.”
“May I ask what this is about?”
“Dad?” Raine said from behind him. “I heard my name.”
He ignored her, refusing to break eye contact with the two officers. “Why are you looking for my daughter?”
“We need to ask her a few questions,” said the taller and more muscular of the two.
“Questions about what?”
“Jason Applebee,” the second policeman informed him. “We need to know what her relationship is to this man.”
“Dad?” Raine had joined him. “What’s this about?”
“Do you know anyone by the name of Jason Applebee?” he asked in English.
She nodded. “He’s an American I met in Mérida. He helped me buy my bus ticket. Is everything all right? Nothing’s happened to him, has it?”
Thomas asked the two police officers those very questions. Raine had said nothing previously about meeting this other man, but Thomas could see that she cared about his welfare.
They answered, and he turned back to Lorraine. “They’re holding him at the police station. They won’t tell me why.”
“Oh, no.” She covered her mouth with her hand. “Something’s wrong. We’ve got to help him.”
Thomas had been in Mexico long enough to know how difficult situations with the police could get. If for no other reason than Raine’s endorsement of her new friend, he felt obliged to do what he could to help the guy.
“They want you to go to the station with them,” Thomas explained next.
“Me?” Raine looked at him uncertainly.
“I’ll be with you.”
“Then I’ll go,” she said. “I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding and everything will be cleared up in no time.”
Thomas wished he could believe that. But one thing he knew: he would do everything within his power to protect his daughter.
The minute Lorraine entered the small building, Jason leaped to his feet, relief at seeing her evident on his face. “Lorraine!” he cried as if she were the answer to his prayers.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
Jason glanced at the two officers standing near the door; they gazed back at him impassively.
With three policemen and Jason, plus Lorraine and Thomas, the station was cramped. For the first time Lorraine realized that only one of the men who’d come to the house had accompanied them here. She hadn’t a clue where the second man had gone. Not that it particularly concerned her.
“This is my wife,” Jason announced in English.
Lorraine barely managed to swallow her denial.
Her father glared at her, eyes narrowed. Both policemen immediately glanced at the ring finger on her left hand.
“Is this true?” the older man asked. He was tall and distinguished-looking with a crop of thick white hair.
Everyone present seemed to await confirmation. Jason’s gaze begged her to go along with him. She forced a smile and nodded.
The room erupted into shouts and denials from the officer who’d escorted Lorraine and her father to the station. She didn’t know what anyone was saying, but it didn’t take long for her father to become involved in the heated conversation.
“What’s all this about?” Lorraine demanded of Jason under her breath.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking as confused as she felt. “But from what I can make out, they think I’ve got some Mayan artifact, which is ridiculous.” He appeared frightened, baffled and apologetic. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this,” he confessed in a low voice, “but I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Why’d you say I was your wife?”
“I had to tell them something so I could convince them to contact you. I told them you were visiting your father, so you hadn’t registered at the hotel yet.” He paused, lowering his eyes. “They wouldn’t let me place a call or have an attorney
