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TAO, LANZAROTE, 1982Billy was relaxing on a sun lounger out on the back patio, enjoying a beer and the afternoon sun. He’d finished renovating the Arrieta house and was having a well-earned rest. He enjoyed watching Natasha sitting on the edge of the pool slurping on an orange, her feet dangling in the water. The winds were light, the ocean calm, the sky the clearest blue. And it wasn’t only the beautiful setting and the quiet achievement that were lifting his spirits. The island felt a lot freer without Andres.
Natasha said her cousin would be gone for a week or two and Billy aimed to make the most of his absence. They’d been spending a lot of time together, too much time, Andres popping over at all hours, inviting them out or over to his. He wanted to keep Billy close, keep him swee
