“So the little gringa was everything she said she was.” He moved further into the room, but Maddy noted with distant relief that he hadn’t bothered to close the door behind him, and his hands were tucked in his belt, far away from the lethal-looking knife. “That must have come as quite a surprise to our friend Murphy.” Maddy said nothing, just watched him out of wary eyes, and Carlos’s smirk took on a distinctly lascivious cast. “Or perhaps it was no surprise at all. Perhaps he knew just who you were from the moment he saw you. I would think you would be unforgettable, but who can say how Murphy’s memory has held up over the years. He certainly hasn’t been a monk, lighting candles to your sainted memory.” There was a malicious glint in his lizard eyes, a glint that Maddy refused to respond to. “What’s the matter?” Carlos continued, moving closer, so that the strong reek of sweat and chili peppers permeated her nostrils. “Cat got your tongue? Are you still afraid of me, Sam’s daughter?”
