By now, I had my headlights on and all the time I was angling my way up the steep curving asphalt drive, I sensed eyes upon me. Probably somebody peering out from one of those wide but cunningly concealed balconies. A new Mercedes Benz four-door sedan and a two-door BMW we...
"Who the hell are you?" I said. She just shook her head and went over and sat very efficiently on a broad leather ottoman. Her bottle-blond hair was almost white against the black leather of her riding suit. For the first time, her helmet gone, I could see her face, the br...