Chapter 5
“Turn right,” Reynaud said, gesturing to a heavy gate imbedded in a tall cream brick wall. “Then stop.”
“No. I thought I’d crash through it,” Burke replied sardonically, trying to hide his apprehension.
“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Reynaud patted Burke’s leg. “Don’t be. He’s not stupid. He wouldn’t be the King if he were. He’ll understand why I brought you with me.”
“If he doesn’t, I’m toast.” Burke smiled weakly as Reynaud got out of the car to enter the code in the security box by the gate. By the time he’d returned, the gate had swung open.
“Damn.” Burke whistled in amazement when he saw a plantation house, lighted by the car’s headlights, at the end of a long driveway. Two flights of stairs curved up to a veranda, which ran the length of the house. Tall pillars rose from
