Chapter 3The Hamptons were nice. Chris had grown up in Brooklyn but had never been to this side of New York before, the part owned mostly by the rich and the famous, with large mansions and expensive clubs. Nobody batted an eyelid at the line of shiny black Secret Service cars making their way through East Hampton to the Barratt Mansion.
Regarding Barratt, Chris was pleasantly surprised to find that, after their exchange on the plane, he was starting to see Jamie in a whole new light. First impressions were important, but not always accurate, he realized. From the moment they reached the airport, Jamie seemed determined to treat Chris more like a friend than a guardian.
The house was large and full of windows—all bulletproof, of course. The amount of times Foster had tried to convince th
