“Every step.

As I always do.” And then she looked at him, and she delivered the second blow.

“And I also saw you,” she said, “passing envelopes of cash to Selina, behind the warehouse, last month.”

The garden was silent.

And I am told that Arthur turned, very slowly, to look at his younger brother, and that his voice, when it came, was barely more than a whisper.

“What does she mean by that, Diego?”