We drive in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. As we approach Haría, I keep a lookout for a black sedan but don"t see one. I turn into the lane at the back of the house and park my car in the garage. I try the door then remember it"s bolted from the inside. I have to race around to enter the house from the front.
In the kitchen at last, I reach out to Celestino and say, "I thought you were dead. Or you were tied to a chair somewhere. Or you"d gone into hiding to hatch a mad plot. I didn"t know what to think. I was worried sick."
"And I thought you"d left me. I saw the note on the table instead of mine and that"s what I thought."
"I"d never…"
I draw close. He holds me for a few moments before pulling away.
"We don"t have time," he says, and I know he"s right. "That man who killed
