Walking alongside him through the wide beds of colorful flowers, Ferrer said, “The betting upstairs is that you did.”
“Me? That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t mind having her assassinated. But why kidnap her?”
Ferrer shrugged slightly. “She might have run off with some guy. They say this man running the Nairobi operation is quite a slab of beefcake.”
“Pancho wouldn’t do that,” Humphries said, shaking his head.
“Well, the Astro security people are floundering around, wondering where she is.”
Humphries stopped in the middle of the path and took in a deep breath of flower-fragrant air. “Well, let’s hope that she’s dead. But I doubt it. Pancho’s a tough little guttersnipe.”