“Of course.” Rebecca laughed softly. “What’s all this about?”
“Come in. Come in.” Grace stepped aside and waved her through. “I’ll explain properly. But first…” She lowered her voice, glancing back at the house. “I want you to meet someone.”
Rebecca walked through the gate along the neat, flower-lined path toward the front door of the large white villa. She noticed the garden, how clean it was, how deliberately kept. The red and yellow flowers stood in straight rows. The grass was trimmed to an even height. Even the stepping stones leading to the door were set at precise distances.
Someone likes things a certain way, she thought.
Grace led her inside. The house was cool and still. A long hallway stretched ahead with polished tiled floors and framed paintings on the walls. Light came through the tall windows in long golden stripes.
Everything was clean and in its place.
“Wait here,” Grace said, pointing to a bench in the hallway. “I’ll go and tell him you’re here.”
“Tell who?” Rebecca asked.
But Grace was already walking toward the study at the end of the hall.