A TranslationMy first thought was to ask Claire to translate the pages, or at least the first few sentences. It didn't take long for me to dismiss the idea. Those words belonged to Paco's relative. Then again, they might not be his. Like me, he might not have known those pages had been shoved in amongst the cash. Come to think of it, there was no proof the rucksack even belonged to him. Paco and Claire didn't seem to think so, or surely they would have said something by now. Regardless of all my suppositions, I could not tell my hosts about this latest find. Not until I knew what the words said. I couldn't tell anyone for that matter. Not even, or especially not Angela. I would risk losing control. And I wanted control, at least temporarily, at least until I found out what revelations thos
