CHAPTER FIVE
Vance Visits Venusburg
Vance felt pangs of anxiety about his clients’ stocks, which he’d normally check periodically at the office or through his phone’s Internet connection. But Sable had his phone, and his computer at home took too long to fire up. He barely had time to shower and shave again, put on fresh underwear with a clean shirt and suit, and drive across town to Sable’s mansion by six o’clock.
His watch read five fifty-five when the imposing stone structure loomed before him. A twelve-foot-high wall of matching stone, punctuated by a single, gated entrance in front, circled the mansion. Vance couldn’t tell, from his vantage point, if the wall also had a back entrance. He stopped his Beemer at the bars and rolled down his window.
Sable’s voice came through the spea
