The Torres villa was silent that evening, broken only when the heavy front door slammed open. Gregory strode in, looking very angry. He yanked his tie loose and flung his jacket onto the sofa, the fabric landing in a crumpled heap.

Tiffany followed behind slowly not wanting to be caught in the storm brewing. Even the house staff they had just hired that were lurking in the shadows instinctively bowed their heads and scattered.

At that moment, a clear childish voice and hurried ...