“Kitty… Here, kitty kitty…”

Kiki, that rascal, had escaped when I opened the door. She scampered across the lawn and slipped into the Garcías’ yard.

I followed her and searched the bushes next to the house. When I finally spotted her, I had to bend low to reach her. She pawed at my outstretched fingers. I was about to call to her when I heard two men’s voices drifting through the open window above my head. They were talking about my father. I froze.

“Alberto Pérez is involved,” said Mr. García. “He has been seen with those who are foolish enough to organize in the name of Las Mariposas. I’ve heard he keeps a journal about their activities. It’s only a matter of time until we arrest him. In the meantime, I’m keeping my eye on him.”

“Why should we wait?” the other voice asked. “We should get our hands on that journal now. Think of the reward!” he said.

García laughed. “There’s no harm in conducting a surprise search. It’s a good way to find out what information he has.”

I was stunned! I never suspected that Mr. García was a member of the secret police!