The Brooks estate stood halfway up a hill outside the city. White roses lined the drive all the way to the front steps. Crystal lights stood on the lawns, casting a warm glow over the arriving guests. There weren't many, but every one of them mattered in town.
Lucas had no invitation.
He climbed two fences and dodged three security patrols. The ironwork ripped his shirt cuff and scraped his hand; he barely noticed. Crouched behind the shrubs, he waited for the guards to change shifts, then slipped through a side door.
Soft light from wall sconces fell across the long corridor's dark walnut floor. As he walked, he straightened his jacket and pulled his cuff over the blood on his hand.
The lounge door was ajar. He pushed it open.
Rachel was sitting on a sofa in her wedding dress. The sa
