A low rumble of thunder reverberated through the closed windows of the silver Bentley. Ringo cast an anxious glance at the ominous grey sky through the car’s front windshield. “Please tell me we’re almost there,” he begged his estate agent, Rowena Montresor. “Almost,” she assured him. She lifted her left hand off the steering wheel …
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