Dane drove us into the city in my uncle’s town car. Danny Louis might have the most expensive taste to always choose the latest release luxury town car to buy, but my uncle was a classical enthusiast and had an incredible car collection that I was perfectly fine taking advantage of while visiting him. A marron-colored Rolls Royce Phantom may as well have been a small limo in its opulent comfort.
Alex had told me he was wealthy, though not as much so as myself. But as we drove through Manhattan and Alex told Dane to stop at an apartment building at Fifth Avenue, I knew he must be a multi-millionaire to afford this address. Uncle Xavier, your assumptions about Alex Hays being a poor soldier bodyguard are far from accurate.
“I thought you said you were rich, not a millionaire?” I asked ge
