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Kira gaped as Trevor drove up to the Stirling home. The sprawling estate made his own mansion seem modest by comparison. Rolling, green lawns surrounded the large manor, dotted by outbuildings in the distance.
“I know,” Trevor said with a sigh as he parked his car in the driveway beside an enormous garage that must house at least five cars. “It makes my own humble abode look like a shack, doesn’t it? Uncle Ray is disgustingly loaded, but he seems more than happy to share the wealth with all his charities.”
Kira was too stunned to form a proper response. She felt as if she had been driven into a movie or a fairy tale. Once again, she found herself wondering what Raymond Stirling could possibly want with the services of a fledgling private investigator when he clearly had the means and
