He was silent. “You’d be hard to forget. You’re too much trouble.” He knelt down and started to rebuild the fire. “If it’s not too much bother, shine your light down so I can see what I’m doing.”

“I don’t think it’s too much bother. Not if you brought me what you say you did. I’ll even forgive you for being such a disagreeable bastard.” She fell to her knees beside him as the wood caught fire and flamed high. “I’d forgive you for anything. Just show it to me.”

He unfolded the map and laid it on the ground near the fire. “Compliments of the Samlir village council. You’ll find it very detailed and accurate. Evidently, they didn’t want any of their villagers getting lost and falling off the mountain…or running into any other hazard. So over the years they’ve been compiling information from their workers past and present. Just another little expense they added onto my total bill.” He pointed to the outline of a towering three-story structure sketched on the map. “The castle. It’s a rose-stone building built into a cave wall. Windows only on the north and south sides. One huge stained-glass amber rectangle facing the front. The south wall overlooks the stables and leads directly to the racetrack and grandstand.” He pointed to a canyon to the west of the castle. “Here are garages for utility vehicles as well as a helicopter pad.”

“Masenak’s eternal escape solution,” Alisa murmured.

Korgan nodded. “You’re right, that pad is reserved exclusively for his use in case of attack, but it’s much larger and more substantial than the one he had at Szarnar. He has warehouses and caches for weapons, food storage lockers, even a field where he grows marijuana. And Reardon is permitted to have his own racehorse flown into the canyon area near race day.” He pointed to another blocked section to the east. “This is another pad where Masenak and his guests usually land when he comes here. That’s the one Baldwin mentioned. It’s only a short walk from the castle and keeps Masenak’s canyon emergency transportation vehicles private.”

“You’re right, very detailed,” Margaret said. “But no access where Jubaldar could be watched?”

“Not as far as we know. But that doesn’t mean we can’t find one. The entire area is networked with canyons and cliffs.” Korgan pointed to a curving indentation that disappeared into a rocky cliff that looked to be fifty or sixty feet above the castle. “That might be a possibility. None of the Berbers have made any overt attempt to spy on Jubaldar. The council wanted Masenak’s money, and they’re afraid of him. They only gathered the information they have to protect themselves and the workers.”