The black Rolls Royce was parked on the aviation ramp as he alighted the car, followed by

her. All fit in her shoes and able to walk. The plane came into her vision, followed by

guarded men whose faces were as stoic as that of a psychopath who had never experienced

any sort of emotion. Their eyes masked with ray-bans and hands holding snipers. Bodies

taut, jaws set, perfectly attentive. Her grey eyes were caught up analyzing them as she

continued to walk, but suddenly her foot struck the ...