“Won’t you tell me anything?” he asked, exasperated.
Henry tried to pry as gently as he could, but even his patience of steel couldn’t hold out much longer.
I shook my head.
“Come now, Lily, why so stubborn? Are you dragging Ezra into this?”
“Why does he matter to you?”
“Unfortunately, he’s my leverage. Do you think I want to be interrogating my cousin?”
“How should I know?” I huffed. “You know how 'trusted' we are in the Resistance. For all I know, you could just be stalling me while someone slowly and painfully disposes of Ezra.” I paused a moment. "Is he okay?" I asked frantically.
“He’s stable, he’ll be fine,” he answered with a shrug.
I sighed in relief. Then an idea came over me. “I’m considered a prisoner, right?" I asked thoughtfully. "I should get one outgoing communication, should I not?”
He hesitated. “I guess.”
I asked him, to his surprise, to bring in a radio with Morse capabilities. An old clunker of a radio was dragged in, but it would do.
I mean, if I could make a receiver from a shoebox and a pile of parts, I could make an ancient radio work.
Deftly I began turning knobs on the thing. Ah, there was the frequency I needed. I began quickly tapping a coded message to Pat in Morse/Urdu/Swahili, informing him I was safe, I had been captured, but that I had a plan.
The Morse code “experts” who had followed the clunker were baffled.
I turned back to Henry after I completed my message and the radio was dragged out. “Now,” I began. “I have a bargain to strike with you.”
He turned his head, eyeing me curiously. “Go on.”