Chapter Twenty-Three - Double Cross
Chapter Twenty-Three Double CrossThe black BMW with the smoked windows drove up a hidden, tree-lined private driveway behind the St. Clair mansion. The snow creaked softly beneath the tires, the only sound to violate the perfectly still morning. The car eased to a stop and Gordon Randall stepped out. The sub-zero early November cold struck him like a fist, and he pulled the long, black cashmere coat tight around him to ward off the chill. His professional gaze took in his immediate surroundings, and he instinctively looked for anyone hidden among the trees. Satisfied, he opened the back door, lifted his briefcase from the seat, and then walked briskly down a narrow paved path through the shrubbery to a small door set in an alcove in the side of the house. He glanced up and noted the smal
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