Luis gripped the steering wheel tighter and rolled the car slowly through the front gate. Every corner of the estate screamed wealth… from the tastefully pruned hedges to the smooth, cream tiled paths and glassy reflecting pool in the middle lawn.
A scoff of annoyance left Luis' lips.
“Too quiet,” he muttered.
The place was conspicuously still and this baffled Luis. There was really no staff walking around, no patrolling security, not even a f*****g gardener.
It felt… staged.
Or maybe neglected for a reason? Luis pulled his car in a slow and silent stop, near the edge of the blind spot. He turned off the ignition but left the battery running.
The dashboard clock blinked, dragging time.
Minutes.
Then an hour passed.
He was still waiting, but the window facing him remained dark.
