Chapter Twenty-Three: Another BetrayalThe mayor blasted through his front door, swept aside his manservant with a wave of the hand, and strode straight into his study and poured out a large goblet of rioja wine. He measured his breathing, trying to calm himself. That impudent whelp, to question him the way he had! He should have had him flogged, there and then.
He felt something tingling at the back of his neck. A slight burning, uncomfortable. Real. Slowly he turned and gave a little gasp.
“What did he say?”
“Good God,” the mayor drained his glass. “How long have you been there?”
The man shrugged. “Long enough. What did he say?”
“He said that he had been with Salvador all night.”
“So, he doesn't know the truth?”
The mayor turned away, chewing at his lip. “No, but he suspects. He ha
