Drenched with sweat, and feeling the first pangs of weakness, Emilio leaned on the wall outside the kitchen and watched Tony walk across the hall to his bedroom. He'd heard most of the conversation, which confirmed his dislike for the woman and for Peter. He had tried to be friendly, for Tony's sake, but all he felt from her so far were bad vibes.
Emilio Gomez looked round his sun-filled bedroom in his guardian's mountain villa, unable to believe he'd had the same dream three nights in a row. Stupid! He got out of bed and slid open the patio door, crossed the patio at a run and jumped into the pool.
Aida moved out of her shack, and into the early morning sun, to check the stitches on the blouse she worked on. She spotted her youngest grandson strolling across the windswept gypsy campground and knew where he'd been.