When we started our descent, I could tell we were far outside the city limits of Vancouver. We were somewhere far up in the country. The property was indeed similarly confined like Cuba. As we flew overhead, though it lacked the ocean as its border, forest covered mountains ensured that leaving for anyone would have been very difficult. Hovering towards a lone private airfield, I saw a singular mansion in the center of large green and snow flecked fields covered in fences. There were paddocks, stock houses, and many barns and garages all in the same decorative red roof which indicated they all belonged to the same owner.
Whoever this friend was, he was just as wealthy as Marcus.
I felt a sloppy kiss on my check and wrapped my arm around Ajax to try to pull him away while I looked
