Chapter Sixteen
The knock on Rupert’s front door three hours later was one the man did not expect. Two Barcelona policemen stood on his doorstep with grave expressions.
“Rupert Reyes?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Mr. Reyes, we have an arrest warrant here. You’ll have to come with us.”
“What do you mean?”
“You need to come with us, sir,” the second man spoke this time, his voice a little deeper and more curt than the first man’s.
“On what charge?” Rupert’s eyes flashed hotly, the adrenalin pumping through his veins.
“You’ve been charged with assault, imprisonment and other heinous crimes.”
“What!”
“The complaint has been taken out on behalf of the Contessa Miranda Prozano.”
Rupert’s face paled and for several seconds he was unable to move. Finally, the officers took him by the arm and l
