won. Mercedes watched, enjoying every second.

I called the waiter over.

“I’d like to speak to the manager,” I said. “And I need security.”

The waiter hesitated, glanced at my soaked face, then nodded and hurried away.

“Don’t make this worse, Clara,” Javier warned.

I ignored him. I opened my banking app and showed him the screen.

“The card you expect me to continue reading …