La Gomera, late May 1895“Well done Vincent,” smiled Veronique as they left the quayside behind them a mass of seething people, Salazar prominent in the middle shaking his stick in anger. “It was you who discovered your mother's little scheme.”
“And your idea to spy on her,” replied Veronique hugging Vincent. “I do love you! You out thought them all, my little shark.”
“And I love you darling porpoise, but it's not over yet.”
“Why?” Veronique looked momentarily confused.
“The Germans will soon see through your mother's deception, they are much faster than us and unfortunately the Governor's ship is close behind us too,” he replied grimly. “I don't understand how that has happened. Escobar is injured so it can't be him, he must have got a message to his men.”
“What about our rendezvous?”
