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I
am
hopeful
that
you
will
see
this
arrangement
as
an
opportunity
,
and
agree
to
work
for
me
.
In
anticipation
of
this
,
I
am
sending
a
driver
to
collect
you
from
the
storage
facility
.
His
name
is
Curtis
and
he
is
one
of
my
most
trusted
employees
.
He
will
be
waiting
for
you
in
the
release
hall
.
I
look
forward
to
meeting
you
at
Suntouch
House
.
Yours
sincerely
,
Laurens
J
.
Bancroft
.
Suntouch
House
was
aptly
named
.
From
Bay
City
we
flew
south
down
the
coast
for
about
half
an
hour
before
the
change
in
engine
pitch
warned
me
that
we
were
approaching
our
destination
.
By
that
time
the
light
through
the
right
side
windows
was
turning
warm
gold
with
the
sun
’
s
decline
towards
the
sea
.
I
peered
out
as
we
started
to
descend
and
saw
how
the
waves
below
were
molten
copper
and
the
air
above
pure
amber
.
It
was
like
landing
in
a
jar
of
honey
.
The
transport
sideslipped
and
banked
,
giving
me
a
view
of
the
Bancroft
estate
.
It
edged
in
from
the
sea
in
neatly
manicured
tones
of
green
and
gravel
around
a
sprawling
tile
-
roofed
mansion
big
enough
to
house
a
small
army
.
The
walls
were
white
,
the
roofing
coral
and
the
army
,
if
it
existed
,
was
out
of
sight
.
Any
security
systems
Bancroft
had
installed
were
very
low
-
key
.
As
we
came
lower
I
made
out
the
discreet
haze
of
a
power
fence
along
one
border
of
the
grounds
.
Barely
enough
to
distort
the
view
from
the
house
.
Nice
.
Less
than
a
dozen
metres
up
over
one
of
the
immaculate
lawns
the
pilot
kicked
in
the
landing
brake
with
what
seemed
like
unnecessary
violence
.
The
transport
shuddered
from
end
to
end
and
we
came
down
hard
amidst
flying
clods
of
turf
.
I
shot
Ortega
a
reproachful
look
which
she
ignored
.
She
threw
open
the
hatch
and
climbed
out
.
After
a
moment
I
joined
her
on
the
damaged
lawn
.
Prodding
at
the
torn
grass
with
the
toe
of
one
shoe
,
I
shouted
over
the
sound
of
the
turbines
.
"
What
was
that
all
about
?
You
guys
pissed
off
with
Bancroft
just
because
he
doesn
’
t
buy
his
own
suicide
?
"
"
No
.
"
Ortega
surveyed
the
house
in
front
of
us
as
if
she
was
thinking
of
moving
in
.
"
No
,
that
’
s
not
why
we
’
re
pissed
off
with
Mr
.
Bancroft
.
"
