She knew Nestor had come, Romulito realized. The Teniente was already beside the doorway, back against the wall. His head inclined towards the other side, motioning for his former deputy.
Romulito took his position. The comandante raised his pistol to the level of his eyes, his sword hand tensing. Nestor opened the door to admit himself, and, leaving it ajar, walked into the
room.
“Ah. Nestor. I rather thought you would come tonight.”
It was Doña Fermina’s voice, barely audible.
“There was no other choice, Fermina.”
“So it appears. The Teniente’s man has done his job rather well, I must say.”
“The game is up.”
“Is it, now? My dear Luis is still missing, is he not?”
Silence. Romulito made to rush inside, but the Teniente stopped him with a look. Let them have their moment, his blue
