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The sound of cross-country skis traveling over snoas a rhythmic rush, repeated at a quick clip

The storm that had drifted down fro sun that shone beneath the lip of the departing cloud cover sliced through the forest to the sparkling ground

To Sola Morte, the shafts of gold looked like blades

Up ahead, her target presented itself like a Faberge egg sitting on a stand: The house on the Hudson River was an architectural showpiece, a cage of see stack upon stack of countless panels of glass On all sides, reflections of the water and the nascent sun were like photographs captured by a true artist, the ies frozen in the very construction of the home itself

You couldn&039;t pay ht

Unless it was all bulletproof? But who had theto the Caldwell public records department, the land had been purchased by a Vincent DiPietro two years before, and developed by the man&039;s real estate company No expense had been spared on the construction - at least, given the valuation on the tax rolls, which was north of eightwas coed hands, but not to a person: to a real estate trust - with only a lawyer in London listed as trustee

She kneho lived here, however

He was the reason she&039;d come

He was also the reason she had arhly Sola had lots of weapons in easy-to-reach places: a knife in a holster at the sht hip, a switch hidden in the collar of her white-on-white caet did not appreciate being spied on - even though she came only in search of information, and not to kill him, she had no doubt that if she were found on the property, things would get tense Quick

As she took her binocs out of an inside pocket, she kept still and listened hard No sounds of anything approaching from the back or the sides, and in front, she had a clear visual shot at the rear of the house

Ordinarily, when she was hired for one of these kinds of assignet

Masters of the drug trade conducted their business from nine to five, but that would be pm to am, not the other way around Daytime hen they slept and fucked, so that hen you wanted to case their houses, learn their habits, get a read on their staff and how they protected the the house into close focus, she e doors Back door Half s that she guessed looked out of the kitchen And then the full floor-to-ceiling glass sliders started up, running down the rear flank and around the corner that turned to the river&039;s shoreline

Three stories up

Nothinginside that she could see

Man, that was a lot of glass And depending on the angle of the light, she could actually see into so open space that appeared to take up at least half of the first floor Furniture was sparse and

Bet the vieas unbelievable Especially noith the partial cloud cover and the sun