Among the Betrayed

CHAPTER NINE

Nina fell into a miserable sleep because that was the only way to escape. Let the other three whisper together all they wanted.

She woke when a light flashed over her — someone was shining a flashlight in through the open door.

"Nina Idi," a bored voice called.

Nina stumbled to her feet. She glanced around and saw that the other three had fallen asleep as well, in one giant heap. Alia was cuddled in Matthias's lap; Matthias's head was on Percy's shoulder. The light didn't seem to awaken any of them. Alia turned so her face was against Matthias's leg instead of his arm. But her eyes stayed shut.

Nina squinted back toward the light. The person holding it lowered it toward the floor, and Nina could see better without the glare directly in her eyes. It was a guard behind the light, in the shadows.

"Come on now," he said irritably.

Nina thought it might be the same guard as before, but it was hard to tell. Maybe all the guards looked and sounded alike, so grim in their dark uniforms. Nina took a step toward the door, her chains clanking against the stone floor. She turned around, and all three of the other kids were wide awake now.

Nina hated the sight of all those terrified, round eyes.

"You're wanted for questioning," the guard said.

Nina took another step forward, but she watched the other kids exchanging glances. As soon as I'm gone, she thought bitterly, Matthias is going to tell Alia, "See, that's why we can't tell her anything. She's not trustworthy."

Nina would have liked it if even one of the kids had mouthed a "Good luck" at her or flashed her a look of pity. But they all sat as still and silent as statues.

The guard grabbed Nina's arm and pulled her on out the door. But once the door was shut and they were down the hall a bit, the guard bent over and unlocked the chains from her ankles. When he straightened up, he took the cuffs off her wrists.

"You're setting me free?" Nina asked in disbelief.

The man snorted. 'Are you crazy?"

But he let her walk on her own, beside him, down the rest of the hall and up the stairs. He turned to the left at the top of the stairs and unlocked a metal door. On the other side of the door there was carpet and soft light and crearri'Colored walls. It seemed like a different universe than the rest of the prison. It seemed like a different universe than any place she'd ever been. Harlow School for Girls had been nice, especially compared with Gran's apartment. But there had still been cracks in the plaster walls, scuff marks on the tile floor. Here Nina couldn't see so much as a tuft of carpet that wasn't perfect.

The guard must have noticed her awestruck stares, because he snorted again. "Officers' suites," he explained. "Nothing but the best for the top brass."

He led her into a room with a long wooden table, beau' tifully carved with grapes and apples and other designs Nina couldn't even identify. Nina sat down in a chair, and it was a kind she would have expected the president to use.

"Your interrogator will be here shortly," the guard said, and left.

Nina kept gazing around, blinking in amazement. On each wall portraits hung in elegant gold frames. And at the front of the room two windows stared back at Nina like giant eyes.

Nina didn't know much about windows. Harlow hadn't had any, for some strange reason. And in the apartment with Gran and the aunties they'd had to keep the blinds pulled all the time, for fear that someone outside might see in and get a glimpse of Nina, then report her to the Population Police. ("We're not missing anything, believe me," Aunty Zenka had assured Nina once. "Those windows just look out on an alley and a trash Dumpster. You've done us a favor, actually. How much better it is to look at those blinds and pretend that beautiful scenes lie just beyond — flowing rivers and glorious mountains, rose gardens and towering forests--That's what I prefer to think is out there.")

But being seen presented no danger to Nina now. The Population Police had already caught her. Nothing worse could happen. Daringly, she stood up and walked over to one of the windows. Shrubs curled against the glass on the other side. It was bright daylight — something Nina had never seen for real, since it had been raining the day she traveled to Harlow and the day she left it. The sky was a deep, beautiful blue that made something ache in Nina's chest. Wispy white clouds sailed high overhead. And beyond the row of shrubs an expanse of grass sloped down to a lake and, just at the horizon's edge, a small woods.

It was a scene worthy of Aunty Zenka's imagination.

"Enjoying the view?" a voice said behind Nina.

Nina gasped and turned — it was the hating man. She stepped back from the window.

But the man didn't seem upset. He stepped forward and looked out, too.

"Not exactly what you'd expect near a prison, huh?" he mused. Nina wondered if he was just talking to himself. "You'd think, with a prison, there'd be high fences, lots of barbed wire, guards patrolling with guns. . And there are, back there, where all the prisoners are. But for this section, well, we officers like to see beauty occasionally. So much of our work is… brutal and ugly. You know?"

Nina didn't know if she was supposed to answer or not. After a moment the hating man moved away from the window. "Thank you," he said over his shoulder. He turned back to Nina. "Shall we dine?" he asked her.

Nina saw that while she'd been staring out the window, the guard had silently placed a tray on the table — a tray containing a feast. Roast chicken, platters of potatoes and peas, a basket of airy rolls. . The man pulled out a chair for Nina. Nina remembered suddenly how grimy she looked — not at all the sort of person who should have a chair pulled out for her. Self-consciously she pushed hair out of her eyes.

"Now, now," the man said. "I'm sure you're longing for a good, long shower, but we do need to keep you in char-acter."

Nina sat down. As if in a dream, she reached for a roll, ate the chicken the man placed on her plate, spooned peas into her mouth, swallowed rich, creamy milk. "This," she heard herself say, "is the best meal I've ever had."

"Well, there are perks to assisting the Population Police," the man replied with a chuckle.

Nina stopped eating.

"Full?" the man said.

"Um, kind of," Nina said, though it wasn't true. Nina could have eaten another huge serving of everything.

"Just a minute," the man said. He stood up and walked toward the door, and seemed to be conferring with the guard about something. Nina stared at the basket of rolls in front of her. The image of Alia's thin, hungry face swam before her eyes. She remembered Alia saying, bravely, "They've only brought us food three times." The man wasn't looking. What would it hurt if Nina swiped just a roll for Alia? She could grab three, even, one for each kid, and hide them in the sleeve of her dress. Nobody would know.

Nina remembered the way the three kids had stared at her when the guard came for her. She remembered how they hadn't said a single word of comfort or encouragement. She didn't reach for a roll.

Moments later the guard came in and took all the food away. The hating man settled into his chair across from Nina. He leaned back and put his feet on the table.

"Well," he said casually. "I understand that you haven't exactly been winning friends and influencing people. I'd wager that you don't have a single thing to tell me." "You've been listening!" Nina accused. The man gave a little snort of amusement. "Now, now. Mighty paranoid, aren't we? Of course we haven't been lis-tening. That's what you're in there for. I'm just interpreting body language. Mack — that's the guard; you weren't properly introduced, were you? — Mack tells me that when he came to get you, you were sleeping on one side of the cell, and the other three were huddled together as far from you as possible. Doesn't exactly sound like you've all been palling around together."

"They're all friends together," Nina protested. "They knew one another before they were arrested. I'm just a stranger to them."

"Well, get unstrange, then," the man said. "Don't you want to live?" Nina gulped.

"They're hungry and cold and terrified. They don't feel like talking," Nina said. Even to her own ears she sounded like a whiny child. 'And they do think you are listening. They won't talk about. . certain things because they think the Population Police can hear everything. It's hope-less!"

The man clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"I thought you were smarter than that," he said, shak' ing his head. "You have to make them tell you things. You work for the Population Police now. Act like it!"