CHAPTER 15

          He set her back from him in the pounding silence. Sandra was staring wide-eyed. Red hot with embarrassment, Jacqueline stared into space, her mind blanked out by shock at her own malicious behavior.

          Impassive to that kind of awkwardness, Diego introduced her very briefly to the lawyer, who, having acted as their second witness, was already making his departure. The official photographer, whose services had been arranged, awaited them on the church porch. At Diego’s request, he produced his driving license as proof of his identity.

“I’m sorry but the presence of the journalists outside means that a photographic session will not be possible,” Diego imparted gravely. “That will not, of course, make any difference to your remuneration.”

          Emerging from her fog of self-lo