Next to the tarmac there was a four door Aston Martin Vanquish convertible with a man standing casually next to it. That man was very attractive in a black suit that I would normally be expecting Collin to wear. He stepped forward as we descended.
“Alex.” Collin gave a hello.
That was the first time I think that I have heard Collin address someone by their first name apart from the Spaniards. Alex Hayes was the man he hired to bodyguard Peter Briggs. If a man like Collin trusts him, then he must be trustworthy indeed. I glanced up as they shook hands. His hair was black and wavey to his shoulders though neatly layered back. He looked younger, more like my age or a tad older perhaps in his early thirties. He had light blue eyes, even lighter than my own. Despite his youth, he held
