EPILOGUE PART 1
THE SHIMMERING SEA stretched out in front of me, azure blue. A small sailboat floated past on the horizon, no haste, no hurry. The captain had all the time in the world. I trailed a hand over the edge of the sunlounger, letting a handful of near-white sand slip through my fingers. The sun beat down relentlessly from a cloudless sky as the straw umbrella over my head fought to keep me shaded.
My iPad pinged. I had a lot of emails to answer these days, but at least I could do it from some of the world’s most stunning locations. I was just about to send a reply when a shadow fell over me.
“A beautiful woman should never be alone.”
The voice was Russian, and the man it belonged to had to be at least seventy, although his budgie smugglers would still have looked dodgy on a m
