Alvera looked at him coldly and emotionlessly.
Roland stepped into the room and frowned as he looked at her bruised face. "What happened to you?"
Alvera smiled. "Aren't you supposed to be with the other woman? Why are you here?"
"I'm asking the questions here. What happened to you, and how did you get those injuries?"
She laughed. "I think you know exactly what happened, Mr Francois."
"Don't laugh," he said angrily. "It's not funny."
"Life is short, I'd rather spend the rest of my days laughing."
Her words angered him, but he could not do anything to her.
"Fine, laugh all you like, but tell me what happened to you. Who beat you up?"
Alvera shook her head dismissively. "I don't know. I was just sitting on the beach, then someone covered my head and beat me up."
Roland gritted his
