After dropping the Smithsons at the office and introducing them to Leanne, who would take them through the paperwork, Chaise headed back to his home in the mountains. He hated the city and spent as little time there as possible. Certainly, at this time of year, the heat trapped amongst the oppressive, stuffy streets made the place simply unbearable to work in.
The motorway was quiet, and he made good time; soon he was taking the back road. As he passed through the various villages and took in the rolling hills, he once again gave a little sigh of contentment, as he always did when the stark loveliness of the place struck him. The Spain that few people rarely saw. Not just the beaches and the sea, Spain had so much more to offer. This landscape for one, as if sketched out of the pages of a
