SPANISH ROCK by Lex Lander

Author:Lex Lander [Lander, Lex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Political thriller
ISBN: 9781989030066
Publisher: Kaybec Publishing
Published: 2019-07-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Breakfast is my favourite meal. The day lies ahead, virgin, unsullied, ready to be used or squandered according to inclination, the mind and body bursting with stored energy.

Linda had gone up to her room for the performance of ablutions, I had lingered in the restaurant for a second espresso. Now, emerging from the breakfast bar, I drifted across the lobby to browse through the picture postcards. Debated whether to shoot one off to Cassandra. What should I say? Wish you were here? Get better soon?

‘Mr Warner … André?’

I turned to confront the speaker and received a jolt like an electric shock.

‘Luis …?’

General Irazola’s son grinned and nodded. ‘You did not expect to see me again.’

‘Well, no, not here, at any rate. What brings you to Gibraltar?’

‘You.’ The reply was female. Elena Irazola side-stepped into view from the other side of the postcard rack. Her eyes sparkled mischievously. She was the practical joker of the two, the sort to get a kick out of playing a trick.

‘Elena. Fancy seeing you here.’ Although my mind was playing football with the possible motives for the arrival of the Irazola twins, I kept my expression bland.

Which became difficult when Elena delivered a smacking kiss to my lips.

‘Where is your girlfriend?’ she asked, eyebrows hoisted in wide-eyed innocence.

‘Upstairs.’

‘Can we talk?’ Luis said, and added, ‘In private,’ nodding pointedly at a stooped old guy who had come to stand beside me and was pawing through the postcards.

‘In my room,’ I suggested and we took the elevator to the third floor.

‘Marvellous view,’ Elena commented, going straight out on the balcony. She was wearing grey designer jogging pants and sweat shirt. Luis was dressed retro-style in narrow slacks and a chocolate coloured blazer with wide lapels.

I sat on the edge of the unmade bed. ‘Talk,’ I said curtly.

Elena turned and leaned her bottom against the balcony wall. ‘We are on your side, André, let us be clear about that.’ She lit a long, tipped cigarette, dribbled smoke from her nostrils. ‘We are not your enemies.’

It was true that without their help Linda and I might now be prisoners of the General. Or worse than prisoners. Still I was mistrustful. People change sides. Alternatively, their ostensible disloyalty to their father might well be part of some fiendish scheme to do with Gibraltar. Currently, I was suspicious of all and sundry. That, in part, was what I was being paid for.

‘How did you know I was here in Gibraltar, at the Caleta Hotel?’

‘My father,’ Luis answered.

That was jolt number two. ‘How is the General?’ I said while assembling my thoughts.

‘He knows all your movements,’ Elena said, watching me closely as if monitoring my reactions.

‘How? And why?’ Though perhaps the why was unnecessary. In his mind I posed a threat. He wasn’t to know I had already relayed all I knew to Toby, and that I wasn’t being taken seriously.

‘The how is by means of informants stationed here in Gibraltar.’

‘Are you saying Gib is infested with Spanish spies?’

They both shrugged. Luis sat down, interlocked his fingers, fixed his gaze on the carpet.

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