Chapter Seventeen
Sophia sat on the Chico Inn balcony, absorbed in the laptop she’d borrowed from Benito. She barely noticed when he materialized with two cups.
‘Mountain tea?’ He flashed a smile. ‘Best on this side of the cordillera.’
‘Sounds good.’ She tidied her papers and put them under the weight of her P99 pistol.
He was eying her pistol. ‘Just in case, right?’
She smiled. ‘Paperweight.’
He handed her half a lime for her tea. ‘Dayap,’ he said.
She squeezed it over her tea and stirred in some brown sugar. ‘Learning the local tongue already.’
She watched as he sat down and pulled some sort of gadget from his pocket. ‘Got a new toy?’ she asked.
‘Oh, right, yes.’ He placed a small circuit board with two cables protruding from either end on top of her papers. ‘You’ll like this ve
