It gnawed away at him. Ever since the incident, the same nagging question. Despite his outward calm, Chaise wondered about his attacker’s motives. For anyone to threaten another with a gun was beyond seriousness. If someone possessed a gun, they would use it at some point. Fundamental truth. This guy, if Domingo was to be believed, had used it before, with devastating effect. So, was that it? He was on the run, escaping from who? His erstwhile friends, paymasters, enemies? To shoot someone in broad daylight, to not have any concerns about being recognized or identified, that took either nerve or desperation. Which was it?
He’d said that his other car had broken down. Had that been in Benamargosa, Chaise wondered. Maybe a little outside the village. If so, it shouldn’t be that difficult to
