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Chapters (82)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Carpio shrugged. “Maybe,” he said. “We killed many people, just as your people killed many in my country. But how can you be sure?”

“They caught one of them,” Kit said. “He was just a boy. A student in my husband’s high school class. But your people had recruited him, and convinced him that this was something that he had to do. They couldn’t catch all of you, but they caught him, so we know. That is what made me who I am.”

Carpio’s eyes grew wide, and a look of shock came across his face. He leaned forward and looked at her in earnest, with new interest. “Everett,” he said.

His response confused her, and she thought perhaps she had misheard him. “What?”

“Everett,” he repeated. “Your husband was a teacher in Everett, no?”

It felt like she had had all of her insides ripped out, and she struggled to maintain her composure. “How would you know that?” she demanded.

The look of shock was gone from his face, and now the smile was back, but it was wider—almost gleeful from what she could tell. “I was there,” he said. “In charge of bringing that young man into our organization. They sent me here, because I was willing to do what it takes. I instructed him on how to kill your husband.”

“You?” Kit couldn’t breathe. She thought she might throw up. “I don’t believe you!”

“It was a small house,” Carpio said. “By American standards. In the village where your soldiers massacred my mother and others, it would have been a palace. Your husband fought to save your son, but we could leave no witnesses.” He shrugged again. “We had no choice. And as for the brutality—we need to train our future soldiers. Again, we had no choice.”

Kit’s heart was beating so hard in her ears, it was difficult to hear anything. She was aware that her hand was on her gun. She was looking at the Plexiglas, trying to figure out whether a bullet would penetrate it, but she knew that it had been designed specifically to prevent something like that from happening.

“Special Agent!”

She barely heard the shouting from down the hall, as she considered firing her weapon anyway, just in case the glass had been poorly fitted.

“Special Agent!”

She looked down the corridor and saw two guards rushing toward her. She took her hand off her gun and stared at Carpio. The guards had reached her, and there was nothing she could do now. “At least they caught the boy who murdered my husband and son,” she said. “That’s one soldier you won’t have in your army,” she spat. It was weak, but it was all she had.