Cesar looked uncomprehending at Vicki’s vehemence. “I didn’t know their words to say they were americanos, only foreign. But who besides los americanos would be in the sierras alongside our militares?” Yes, who? “Why should you think they would hurt your parents? Was the gringo not the one who took us away and did not allow the soldiers to touch us? I remember well. Though I never saw him again, I have always believed it was the gringo who left instructions at the camp for my schooling. Los militares would not think of such a kindness. Do you not think it is possible the gringos came only to find your parents dead? I have always heard los americanos do not kill without reason like los militares.” “That isn’t the point. You don’t understand our government. If Americans working down here with the military even knew they’d butchered American citizens, if they were involved even in the cover-up . . .” Vicki shook her head. Something she’d just said struck a chord.
