Vidal’s eyes were narrow with suspicion. He is always suspicious, Mercedes, she thought, calming her racing heart. He liked to watch his gaze spread fear on a face, but she’d played this game often enough to not give herself away. Just a mouse. Invisible. She’d be done for if he ever came to believe that she was a cat or a vixen. “Ask Dr. Ferreira to come down.” “Yes, señor.” She bent her head to make herself small. Most men didn’t want a woman to be tall. Vidal was no exception.
