Nadia turned white.
“How… how does she know my name?”
“I know a lot of things,” Jimena said, with a polite smile and hard eyes. “For example, I know this isn’t the first time you’ve come to a hotel with my husband. The Mesón del Río last month, the Continental two months ago. Should I go on?”
Tomás felt the lobby tilt beneath his feet.
“Jimena, this isn’t what it looks like…”