Chapter 5
SNEAKING INTO LONDONA grinding metallic whine roused Pablo from a half sleep, and he understood the pilot was lowering the landing wheels. He cupped his hands around his eyes to block out the interior lights and peered out his cabin window. Below the wing four portable spotlights on wheels, fixed at the corners of an enormous lawn, illuminated a two story, red roofed manor. It looked like it had been around since medieval times and was surrounded by vast acreage. Near the south edge of the green expanse, done up as a makeshift lit runway in a west/east direction, a youth, sporting a newsboy cap, held a leash that restrained a black and white Border Collie.
“That 12th-century property goes for five mill, if interested," Stuart said with a thin smile to accent his joke. "A stable
