She fed a keycard into a slot at the outskirts of her property, and a wrought-iron gate lifted and let them through.She fed a keycard into a slot at the outskirts of her property, and a wrought-iron gate lifted and let them through. The road twisted through the surrounding forest for at least half a mile, before terminating in a circular drive adjacent to her villa. The three-story mansion was a pillared, ornate fusion of classic architecture and modern streamlining, its intricate detail and proximity to the rolling surf making it impossible for him to guess at it's cost. "Nice digs," he said, closing the Lamborghini's passenger side door. "Didn't I see Robin Leach here once?" "Absolutely not." She aimed her alarm remote at the car, and it chirped obediently. "He eats too much, and I don't like cameras." She gave him a short tour of the home, leading him through room after room of sculpture, priceless paintings, and ornate fixtures that put most galleries to shame. It made him wish she'd painted a yellow line on the floor for visitors to follow. |