"I am telling you the truth," Gustavo agreed coldly, not turning from the window. There was the diamond, the greeters. Beyond, unknown territory. Not his, but it would be.

"But you are not. You know something of the child who was poisoned. You know what I remember Walter doing to me. How do you know of these things, if he did not tell you? The ringing of a bell, perhaps? Your lawyer's counsel?"