Waking before dawn, Diego slipped on his Zorro outfit. It was best if he didn't appear as Jaime's father for a moment, the words of advice had sunk in. Victoria had cautioned Diego for years to leave Jaime alone, but he needed to protect his son.
He paused at his baby girl's unmarked grave, with a sigh, placing his customary red rose on the unmarked grave.
Mounted on Toronado, he got to his feet on the saddle with his telescope. He could see Jaime saddle his horse, and leave the yard at a gallop. He followed him, silently and swiftly.