Chapter 78: Antonio 'the God'

A manor appeared on a slope by the water; it looked distant, but the car reached its gate in a heartbeat. There were no walls-just iron fencing, cameras perched like crows. For Wesley Kershaw, those cameras might as well have been blind. The estate sprawled wide. To the right of the main house stood a sizable annex. Wesley stepped out, paused by the hood, and swept the grounds with a quick scan. A prickle of danger climbed his spine. It was no superstition. Back in Africa, his instincts had saved...