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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2013
Copyright © Jack Kerley 2013
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The stench of rotting flesh filled the box like black fog. Death surrounded Amili Zelaya, the floor a patchwork of clothing bearing the decomposing bodies of seventeen human beings. Amili was alive, barely, staring into the shadowed dark of a shipping container the size of a semi-trailer. Besides the reek of death, there was bone-deep heat and graveyard silence save for waves breaking against a hull far below.
Youâre lucky, the smiling man in Honduras had said before closing the door, ten days and youâll be in Los Estados Unitos, the United States, think of that. Amili had thought of it, grinning at Lucia Belen in the last flash of sunlight before the box slammed shut. Theyâd crouched in the dark thinking their luck was boundless: They were going to America.
âLucia,â Amili rasped. âPlease donât leave me now.â
Luciaâs hand lay motionless in Amiliâs fingers. Then, for the span of a second, the fingers twitched. âFight for life, Lucia,â Amili whispered, her parched tongue so swollen it barely moved. Lucia was from Amiliâs village. Theyâd grown up together â born in the same week eighteen years ago â ragged but happy. Only when fragments of the outside world intruded did they realize the desperate poverty strangling everyone in the village.
âFight for life,â Amili repeated, drifting into unconsciousness. Sometime later Amiliâs mind registered the deep notes of ship horns. The roar and rattle of machinery. Something had changed.
âThe ship has stopped, Lucia,â Amili rasped, holes from popped rivets allowing light to outline the inside of the module, one of thousands on the deck of the container ship bound for Miami, Florida. The illegal human cargo had been repeatedly warned to stay quiet through the journey.
If you reveal yourselves you will be thrown in a gringo prison, raped, beaten ⦠men, women, children, it makes no difference. Never make a sound, understand?
Eventually theyâd feel the ship stop and the box would be offloaded and driven to a hidden location where theyâd receive papers, work assignments, places to live. They had only to perform six months of house-keeping, yard work or light factory labor to relieve the debt of their travel. After that, they owned their lives. A dream beyond belief.
âIt must be Miami, Lucia,â Amili said. âStay with me.â
But their drinking water had leaked away early in the voyage, a split opening in the side of the huge plastic drum, water washing across the floor of the container, pouring out through the seams. No one worried much about the loss, fearing only that escaping liquid would attract attention and theyâd be put in chains to await prison. The ship had been traveling through fierce storms, rainwater dripping into the module from above like a dozen mountain springs. Water was everywhere.