The Painted Target

Many days passed quickly, and I regained my strength. I learned that the tall man who was concerned about me was named Mateo. It appeared he led the small house group.

One morning, I saw him sitting on a bench, talking on the phone. I hid behind a small garden tree, trying to hear who he was talking to.

"Don't worry, Zane. Madam Vesper is slowly regaining her strength," Mateo said. The name Zane c