"Thank you."
Emilio Vicente picked up his tray. "Compañero," he said, "it might seem a little dangerous, but the Major assured us that you do not lack for cojones."
"What?"
"Good night, Compañero Hall. You look as if you could use some sleep."
Chapter twelve
Hall slept through the morning. He rose at noon, staggered into a cold tub, and then ordered a breakfast of steak and eggs. Vicente wheeled the table into the room.
"I have been thinking of the major's offer," Hall said. "There's something you can do for me. Do you know anything about the Marques de Runa?"
"Yes. He's a Falangist. His family owns one of the biggest import and export companies in the country. The young one works there, too."
"What is he up to now?"