“Where are your friends?”
“Over at the Iruña.”
Montoya smiled his embarrassed smile.
“Look,” he said. “Do you know the American ambassador?”
“Yes,” I said. “Everybody knows the American ambassador.”
“He’s here in town, now.”
“Yes,” I said. “Everybody’s seen them.”
“I’ve seen them, too,” Montoya said. He didn’t say anything. I went on shaving.
“Sit down,” I said. “Let me send for a drink.”
“No, I have to go.”