I stared at him.
‘Please — get on. All of you. I wish to go back to the villa.’
Zina was standing up, holding the reins ready.
‘Okay,’ Hacket said. ‘I guess she’s right. We may as well be comfortable.’ He climbed on to the cart. I followed.
‘Wait!’ Reece called out. ‘There’s another of us to come.’
‘Who?‘Zina asked.
‘I told you. Walter Shirer.’
‘Walter Shirer!’ Her eyes widened in a blaze of violence.
‘Do you mean the guy that owns that villa?’ Hacket demanded, and his voice was thick with anger.
‘Yes.’