"They don't know the exact location of the base," Blancanales told Lyons and Gadgets when they reunited. "Lieutenant Garcia never goes into the mountains. The senora only goes as far as a village at the end of the paved road, a place called Azatlan. From there, she says, Unomundo's men or local policemen take the information."

Lyons squatted in front of the handcuffed couple. Tears streamed down the woman's face, powder and mascara splattering on her breasts. The lieutenant glared hate at the North American who had broken his nose.

"Why the bombs?" Lyons asked them.

The woman glanced to her husband. He shook his head. They did not answer.

"I asked you, why the bombs?"

Luis rushed from the lieutenant's office, sheets of typed columns in his hands. "Look. These are death lists. Every name a corpse. Or a family butchered. She has murdered hundreds of..."

"No! I killed no one. I only carry messages. I am a courier."

The three North Americans checked the typed sheets. A penciled Xmarked most of the names. Lyons smiled to the woman.

"Tonight you carry another message to Azatlan. Us."

"No! No! Por el amor de Dios," Senora Garcia cried out. "Unomundo will kill us. Kill my babies."

"You will take them to the Nazis," Luis told her, "or wewill kill your children."

Blancanales motioned Lyons and Gadgets to one side. Keeping their voices low, they discussed their options.

"If we take her with us," Blancanales suggested, "she could lead us directly to her contact. With these people holding her husband and children, she won't give us any problems."

"I don't want to take the doctor's squads with us," Lyons whispered. "Carloads of people with rifles and pistols get noticed."