Dana had briefed her about the complex using Google Maps.When she reached the crest of the rise, she slowed. The mansion looked much larger in person....Several buildings stood off to either side of it, around the central fountain. Some appeared administrative and other seemed like antiques. She couldn’t help but wonder how this “Victor” had amassed such extravagant wealth.It wasn’t long before she spotted him. He was waiting for her. She followed the driveway up to the main fountain and around. " He knew what they were going for and didn't press for conversation during the drive. Talk wasn't what he wanted from her anyway.He never did ask her if she had a husband or kids. It wasn't something he really wanted to know anyway. He did glance around the living room as they walked into the kitchen, but he failed to notice any of the family pictures on the wall."One more drink before we get started?"After the way she'd turned and leaned into him when she asked the question, he would have. Frank had not arrived home until eight o'clock, sour and grumpy, and then subjected Lindsey to a four hour drive. She had slept most of the way, but Frank had redeemed himself, taking Lindsey to bed and riding her as he had not done since their first weekends together. She had hobbled to the bathroom at three a.m., bowlegged in embarrassment. Morris showed up the next morning.Doing her exercises on the porch, Morris had watched as she twisted her body to and fro, rowed her arms, balanced on one. It was perfect. Definitely where he wanted to die. Putting the backpack down in the hall, he went for broke. Still clutching the sword he swaggered up the stairs. Upon reaching the centre landing he turned and looked down and bowed extravagantly. "My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen of this beautiful ancestral home I salute you!" He declared. "A fitting place for me to die!"As his head was bowed almost to his knees, he heard giggling. He stood up sharply and braced himself, sword in hand. "Who's.