“Shush. Be nice. This isn't a good time for you to get noisy. It might make me nervous and then my hand might slip. You wouldn't want that would you?” I nudge the blade upwards a trifle, nicking the skin.
“Want do you want? Has Vargas sent you? Is he the one that’s doing it? Trying for a take-over? Are you his assassin?”
“No, I’m nothing to do with Vargas. Although I’ll be paying him a visit too. And if I’d come as an assassin, you’d already be dead.”
“What then? If it's kidnap and a ransom, you have no chance. I have men out there...”
“Yes, I know about your men. Now, move. Turn, slowly and walk over to the basin.”
I shove him around, then forward and Garcias, hands clutching his groin, moves, very carefully to the washstand. I’m behind him, but he’s measuring my reflection with murd
