Rogue Hero by Rob Sinclair

Author:Rob Sinclair [Sinclair, Rob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boldwood Books
Published: 2024-06-05T00:00:00+00:00

22

CANCUN, MEXICO, LAST AUTUMN

He was back on Mexican soil for the first time in weeks, but he wouldn’t be staying long. He was back only at Victor’s insistence, and because of a flight delay he hadn’t even had the opportunity to meet up with Mariana yet, taking a taxi directly from the airport to Victor’s villa.

Finn pressed the buzzer by the front door and waited. And waited. His impatience grew. He’d already been let through the outer electric gates, the maid having answered the intercom. She’d said Victor – or el señor – was in, but neither of them had come to greet Finn at the door.

Finally, there was movement from within. Finn heard footsteps. The thick oak door opened and Victor looked out. Red cheeks. Face sweaty. He wore white tennis gear.

‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘You’re a bit early.’

Finn looked at his watch. Three minutes past ten. ‘You said ten?’

‘I did? I meant twelve. Sorry.’ He looked down at Finn’s cabin bag. ‘Oh. You came straight from the airport?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Oh, you must be so tired! Anyway, you’re here now, come on in.’

Finn held back a response. Victor knew the situation exactly. This was just another in the endless power trips of his. Like having Finn come to his villa at all, rather than meeting in the office or elsewhere.

‘Let’s get a drink in the kitchen.’

Victor led the way across the marble-floored atrium that had a high, domed skylight. One of many extravagant flourishes in the huge and modern villa.

‘Did you win?’ Finn asked.

‘What? Oh, yeah. I guess all the practice pays off every now and then.’

He chuckled to himself.

They moved through into the shiny white-and-grey modern-styled kitchen, the tennis court visible outside in the distance, across the huge lawn from a long, sleek infinity pool.

‘Can I get you anything?’ the maid, a short middle-aged Mexican woman in a blue uniform said, as she scuttled in behind them.

‘No, thank you,’ Victor said. ‘You get on with what you were doing.’

She looked a little put out but was soon out of sight again.

‘Do you play yourself?’ Victor asked as he opened the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice.

‘Tennis? Not really.’

‘Shame. I could have given you a game. It’s good to test myself out against younger, fitter players.’

‘I wouldn’t say I’m that young or fit, really.’

Victor raised an eyebrow at that and swigged from the carton. No offer of a drink for Finn.

‘If you’re not a keen player, I wouldn’t recommend getting on the court with your girlfriend. She’d wipe the floor with you. She’s a real talent. She’s certainly taught me a thing or two over the years, if you know what I’m saying.’

Finn grit his teeth. The guy always had to bring Mariana into everything. And yeah, Finn knew she was keen on tennis as well as other sports, but he didn’t know that she and Victor played together. Not that it surprised him.

‘You asked to see me,’ Finn said. ‘I take it that wasn’t just so we could talk about your, or Mariana’s, sporting prowess.

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