Chapter 83

Taylor let himself into the villa and threw his keys on the sideboard.

The house sat in silence, the staff having long since retired for the night.

He rubbed his temples and headed to the bar. After fixing himself a strong drink, he sat on a stool, used the remote to turn the television on, and flicked through the sports channels until he found the highlights of the evening’s La Liga games.

Sipping at his drink, he concentrated on watching Barcelona demolish Celta Viga. There were some good goals to enjoy and ordinarily he would have been cheering his team on football. His guilty pleasure.

Tonight, though, he was distracted. Something in his trouser pocket was digging into the top of his thigh. He should pick it out.

Instead, he waited for the advertisements to finish, swallowed his drink, and poured himself another.

The damn thing still dug into him.

With a grimace, he shoved his hand into the pocket and fished the small square box out. Without looking at it, he stuck it on the bar a