As the morning progressed, the heat became intense enough to fry eggs on the pavement. No joke. Ryan Chaise had seen that done once, in Eilat. This was Spain, the Costa Del Sol. Inland, hotter than hell on party night with the furnaces newly stoked with the souls of the sinners. Thank God for the air-con, which he turned to full blast.
The office had made the appointment at this ridiculous time, but what could he do? Opportunities were few and far between nowadays, and any pickings were better than nothing at all. Chaise gratefully received the scraps thrown from the king’s table, but if that was all there was, so be it. He had no intention of starving.
He saw them straight away. A couple, on the wrong side of sixty, lily-white legs exposed, both sporting wide-brimmed straw hats, outrage
