Family Ties - Chapter 2


Family Ties by Nina Lavoie

Intermediate Level English. All in the present for transposition exercises.

China is back. No, she isn't dead. Not yet. But the Stroessner Fortune is still in play and powerful forces are trying to get it back. The problem was Miguel Angel. His DNA and the codes were both needed to unlock the treasure. And the arrowhead.

When Jane and Miguel Angel are kidnapped, things kick into high gear. China comes out of hiding and a raid is planned for the Stroessner cabin in the jungle near the border with Brazil. From tunnels and caves underground to a bottomless well, things heat up in this final chapter of the adventures of Jane Bertoni and her family in Paraguay.

Family Ties is the third in a series of three books (Family Secrets, Family Matters, and Family Ties) about the Bertoni Family and their adventures in Paraguay.

CHAPTER TWO

Jeremy is on the prowl.

The house is his territory and he determined to know it like the back of his hand. Alicia showed them the attic and the listening post there. Good standard equipment but the bugs were already removed and the house swept clean. So, the listening post is no longer operational.

But it tells Jeremy that there is more to this house than meets the eye. More secret rooms. More tunnels. Maybe even more treasure. Well, maybe not treasure. The Stroessner Fortune is not in the house. It is in some banks somewhere. He doesn’t understand that part very well.

But his job is to check the house for any other secrets they need to know. He stands in front of the door to China’s room thinking. It probably holds nothing of interest, but it is the only room he

hasn’t examined carefully. So far, he found a hidden staircase from the third floor down to the street level. A good way to leave the house without being seen. And he found a secret closet in the kitchen behind the pantry but there was nothing in it. Just empty shelves. Like a pantry behind the pantry. What did they keep in there?

But now it is time to check out China’s room. He has the key in his hand which he got off the key rack in the kitchen. He inserts it and the door creaks open. He isn’t sure why he is being so secretive.


China isn’t there and the rest of the family is happy he keeps himself busy with his explorations. But still, he opens the door slowly and creeps into the room carefully.

It is empty.

The room is tidy as always. Grandma is meticulous about keeping everything in order. The bed is made. The curtains are drawn. The lights are off. But there is something wrong with the room. Jeremy can’t place his finger on it exactly. He tries to think.

What is it? Then he knows. It is too clean. There is no smell of disturbed dust in the air. No musty smell of a room closed for a long period of time. This room has been aired out, used, lived in.

Recently.

He turns and runs down the stairs.

“Mom, mom,” he yells as he barges into the kitchen.

“Yes, what is it,” Annie says. “You don’t have to yell. I’m right here.”

“Mom,” Jeremy says, a bit out of breath, “did you clean China’s room lately?”

“What do you mean by “lately”?”

“Since she’s been gone,” Jeremy says.

“No, I haven’t been up there.


We fixed the door and then closed and locked it.”

“Was the room cleaned up nice and tidy?” Jeremy insists.

“Well, I don’t quite remember,” Annie says. “There were some clothes folded on the bed. They didn’t need to be washed so I just left them there. And her suitcase was in the middle of the floor.
I think those para-military guys kicked it around or something.”

“But you didn’t touch it?” Jeremy insists again.

“I put it at the foot of her bed,” Annie says, “to get it out of the way of the workers who came to fix the door and so I could sweep the floor for all the wood splinters… but that’s about it.”

Jeremy is excited. “Come with me,” he says. “Please.” He grabs his mom’s hand and pulls her out of the kitchen upstairs.

In a few moments, they are in China’s room. “Is this how you remember it?” Jeremy asks.

Annie looks around curiously. “Did you touch anything in the room, Jeremy?”

“No,” he says. “I didn’t even come into the room. I just stood in the doorway, but the room didn’t smell dusty.”

Annie sniffs the air. “You’re right,” she says. “ And there are no clothes on the bed, and I don’t see the suitcase anywhere. What’s going on?”

“I think China is here in the house,” Jeremy says softly. Then he calls out in a loud voice, “China, you can come out now. We found you.”

Silence.

“Maybe somebody else cleaned her room while she was gone,” Annie says, but she isn’t convinced.

“Yeah, right,” Jeremy says. “I’m sure Jane came in here to do the cleaning, or dad. Not likely.”

They are quiet for another long minute.

Jeremy calls out again, “Grandma, come out. We love you. We want to see you. Don’t hide anymore.”

Finally, they hear a creaking sound as the end of the bed closest to them starts to rise off the floor bringing the wooden floor panels with it and revealing a hole with a staircase and China slowly climbing the stairs into the room.


Miguel Angel is walking Jane home after school. Thank God it is Friday, and they can relax a bit on the weekend. Life had become quite an adventure ever since Jane and her family came into his life but sometimes it was exhausting. Maybe he worried too much. About everything.

He grunts and smiles at the thought. Jane notices and looks at him curiously.

“I worry too much,” he says in explanation.

“You’re just figuring that out now?” Jane teases him. “Super-responsible kids are worriers. Goes with the territory.”

“You don’t worry so much,” he says. “I’m not super-responsible,” Jane says. “I don’t care what happens to you.” She punches him in the arm and they both laugh. They had become best friends and are almost inseparable.

“I want to talk to you about my mother,” Miguel Angel says. “She sat my father and I down the other day to tell us that she has decided to reclaim her family name.”

“She wants to be known as a Stroessner?” Jane asks, surprised.


“Isn’t it better to keep using the Montoya family name?” “Well, it’s all a bit complicated,” Miguel Angel says. “Technically, before she got married to my father, she was already a Montoya. Supposedly adopted by my grandparents, although everyone knew the truth.”

“Yes, it is all a bit strange,” Jane says. “Especially since most women here keep their family names officially even after they get married. Not like in the States.”

“Exactly,” Miguel Angel says, “and the truth is that mom still doesn’t have the right official documentation. She can’t vote. She can’t get a job. She can’t have her own bank account. Up to now, she has been hiding in the shadow of the Montoya family name.”

“So, what changed?” Jane says. “Why now? Isn’t it still dangerous to be a Stroessner?”

“Yes and no,” Miguel Angel says. “Johnny said that the government didn’t care and that she wasn’t a threat. Only China and Moises were concerned with keeping it all quiet. But the threat seems to be gone since I don’t have the codes and Moises is dead.”

“I guess he was your grandfather, too.” “And I appreciate the sacrifice he made,” Miguel Angel says.


“But it’s over now and my mom wants to get her name back, claim her inheritance and try to get back to a normal life.”

A black van pulls up beside them with screeching tires and four burly guys with black masks jump out and grab Miguel Angel and Jane.


Before they can do anything, they are injected with something that makes them groggy almost immediately. Hoods are thrust over their heads, and they are bundled into the van in a matter of seconds.
Then the van roars off without so much as a word being spoken.

No one sees a thing. Nothing is left behind.


So far as anyone knows, Miguel Angel and Jane have disappeared off the face of the earth.


Johnny takes Alicia’s hand. They are walking towards the Plaza at the center of Asuncion far away from the school on Brasilia Avenue.

“We need to be careful,” Alicia says. “You could get into trouble dating a student.”

“I’m 24 years old,” Johnny says. “You’re almost 19, which makes you an adult in my books.”

“Maybe so, but you’re still a teacher and I’m still a student.”

“You don’t want to go out with me?” Johnny asks.

“No, I mean yes, of course.” Alicia is flustered. She isn’t sure how she feels.

“We’ll be careful,” Johnny says, “and around school we will behave.” Then he stops to face her and looks her straight in the eye. “But I like you, and I think you like me too. I want to be together.”

“Me too,” Alicia says.

Johnny leans down and kisses her lips lightly.


They don’t hear the camera clicking away, recording their life into a digital file for the wrong people to see.


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