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"Good morning, Reed," Auntie said, looking up from a homemade birthday card<br />
drawn by a childish hand. She smiled. "My granddaughter." She punched a button on her<br />
phone console and an Embassy secretary came in with a suitcase and a stack of clippings.<br />
She put the suitcase by the desk and plopped a stack of clippings on the coffee table.<br />
"Sit down and read those," Auntie ordered. "You have catching up to do."<br />
Reed flipped through them. The clippings were from local papers, all of them<br />
nationalist or religionist, no leftist or PKI. "Harian Rakyat and the other pink rags?" he<br />
asked.<br />
"Banned," Auntie said.<br />
Reed began reading. Inflamed reports of the generals murdered and tortured by<br />
the Gerwani. Fist-pounding editorials against the treachery of the PKI. Articles on PKIsponsored<br />
universities being closed by government order and then torched. Members of<br />
leftist organizations being hounded out of government offices. Banks and businesses<br />
firing staff. Muslim youth routing a force of Communist Youth in Central Java. On and<br />
on—the general impression was a crescendo of nationalism rampant and triumphant.<br />
Auntie handed him a folder. Station cables to Washington.<br />
"I'm back in your good graces?" Reed said.<br />
Auntie smiled benevolently. "We're giving you a chance to redeem yourself."<br />
He scanned the cables. Confidential reports that Aidit had been captured and<br />
killed in Central Java, but the news was being kept secret so that the PKI could not recoup<br />
around a new leader. No evidence of smuggled Fifth Force arms. Communist<br />
leaders in Djakarta captured by army and summarily executed. In Sumatra and Java,<br />
army sponsored militias were beheading communists by the hundreds; in one village,<br />
heads, including those of women, were paraded down streets.<br />
Reed refused to let Naniek into his thoughts.<br />
"They're on the run," Auntie said. "We have to make sure they stay on the run.<br />
But nothing is happening yet in Bali. Still a tense standoff. We don't want the PKI to<br />
regroup there." Auntie nodded at the suitcase. "Clothes for you." She handed him an<br />
envelope. "Passport and ticket to Denpasar. You're going with Wendell."<br />
Wendell had booked two rooms at the Hotel Bali.<br />
"Let's freshen up and then we'll keep going," Wendell said when they checked in.<br />
"Batu Gede is as good a place to start as any."<br />
Reed dumped his suitcase in his room and didn't freshen up. He found Arini<br />
having a late lunch in the hotel kitchen as she perused the nationalist local paper. She<br />
looked thinner and wearier, dark circles etched under her eyes. She noticed the cast on his<br />
wrist but didn't say anything.<br />
"I've been in Djakarta," Reed said. "Looking for Naniek."<br />
Arini pushed aside her plate. "And?"<br />
"I was detained on other business. Have you heard from her?"<br />
Arini shook her head. Reed caught the title of the paper's editorial. Flush out<br />
Luhde Srikandi. "Can I see that?" he asked.<br />
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