— HOW HAD I NOT thought of this before? — Antonia asked herself, then stood up, pushing the lawyer away.
Without even apologizing, she called out to the men who were still searching the dormitory. Colmenares followed her, docilely, as if she were a Pekingese dog.
— Do you think Greg went to Egypt? — he asked, though he himself had doubts. — If that's true, we should first inform his superiors... surely... what department did you say your friends belong to?
Antonia looked at him with expressive virulence, taking her time to respond until the Watchers had returned to the room. Only then did she clarify:
— These men — he began, — are part of a special group dedicated to searching for and locating weapons of mass destruction capable of endangering our civilization. If they're here, it's because the CIA suspects that an esoteric order, more hidden, powerful, and influential even than the Bilderberg Club, harbors a relic capable of dominating the peoples of Earth with a force far surpassing that of a neutron bomb... — Then he smiled in an impressively caustic way. — Of course, I forgot to tell you.
say that your friend Hijarrubia does not work for the Spanish government... nor do I.
Before the lawyer could digest her words, she said to the tallest of the hitmen:
— Take charge of him... It must seem like an accident. (Take charge of him... and let it look like an accident!)
The gaping Colmenares couldn't react. The scarred man grabbed him from behind, preventing him from moving, while another of his companions injected a powerful sedative into his neck with a syringe. The place began to spin in the lawyer's confused mind, until, finally, darkness took over. That would be his last dream.
— You'd better get ready a little, if you really want to come with me — said Antonia as soon as she entered her apartment.
— Our plane leaves in an hour.