Faye nodded. “Eventually.” She lowered her voice. “In flagrante.” Then she put her hand to her mouth and started laughing. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But you had to be there. It was in the hotel. I went up once when he wasn’t expecting me.”

“And he answered the door?”

“Yes. Opened it a crack. He wouldn’t let me in, of course, said he wasn’t feeling well, but I could tell what was going on. I even caught a glimpse of her in the mirror.”

Zelda smiled.

“It was no big deal,” Faye went on. “We weren’t serious or anything. It was just a bit of fun. I wasn’t heartbroken.”

“Still,” said Zelda. “A girl doesn’t like to be two-timed.”

“Damn right. But I didn’t shoot the both of them, or set fire to the bed, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Zelda laughed. “Good. Then I really would have to arrest you.”

Faye seemed uncertain for a moment whether she was joking, then she must have seen the humor in Zelda’s expression, because she started laughing again. “He was a bastard, plain and simple,” she said finally. “It’s not as if he’s the only one. There are plenty more where he came from. Sometimes I think all men are bastards.”

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Zelda said. “Have you seen him since?”

“No way. Cross me once, and you don’t get another chance.”

“Who was the new girl?”

“No idea. Never saw her before. Or since.”

“Foley hasn’t stalked you, harassed you in any way?”

“Lord, no.”

“Tell me about some of these people you met. The Eastern Europeans. Did you and Hugh socialize with them?”

“Yes. Usually at the hotel. They all seemed to hang out there a lot. The others usually had pretty girls on their arms, but the conversation was never up to much. You know the sort of thing.”

“Did you ever hear what they were talking about?”

“Only if we were all chatting together, you know. But some of the girls hardly spoke English.”

“Chatting about what?”

“Small talk, usually. The weather. Brexit. Movies. Football.”

“But not business?”

“Hugh knew it bored me. If they wanted to talk business, they would go off by themselves and do it.”

Zelda was almost convinced that Faye had nothing to do with Keane’s secret, evil world. “You’re best out of it,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re dangerous people, Faye. Take my word for it. You got out of their world without any serious emotional damage. You should put Hugh Foley right out of your mind and get on with your life. Are you seeing anyone else yet?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

“May I ask who?”

Faye paused. “Well, it’s none of your business, but it’s someone here. At work.”

“Nothing to do with Foley and his pals?”