They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they’d been dealt or to the way they had played them. ‘I’ve never thanked you for everything you’ve done for me over the years, Miquel.’ ‘Don’t begin now. I did what I had to do and what I wanted to do. There’s nothing to thank me for.’
