Chapter 30A few days go by and fortunately, the young cyclist is now out of danger but it was touch and go for a while. I'm told it was the quick intervention by the English doctor which helped to bring his temperature down and probably saved his life. Not all English people are work-shy drunks it seems, just the handful who live here – excluding Byron, of course.
I look up from my desk and see Aidan through the window, heading towards my office door. I glance around for somewhere to hide, but I'm too late as he sees me and waves. He opens the door and steps inside.
“I hope you don't mind, Danielle,” he says. “I know I don't have an appointment, but I need to speak with you.”
I usher him to a chair.
“I went to La Jonquera a couple of days ago to buy supplies,” he begins. “Everything is
