CHAPTER 7Alex Chadwell’s dusk enshrouded mansion looked distinctly more forbidding than when she had last visited the place with Rick Morelli a little over four years ago. Beyond the Rickmansworth mansion lay miles of sprawling verdant green meadows, the rambling Georgian red brick house located far enough away from the main road as to render it entirely invisible from the eyes of curious motorists or passers by.
Christy’s expression was suffused with hatred for the man who had built an empire on years of crime and deception. For him getting away scot free for almost twenty years, and for her doing time in Holloway because of Chadwell.
Christy slammed the car door deliberately to announce her presence, instinctively aware of the addition of further surveillance equipment in the shape of
