She jogged out of the double gates, sparing a brief hello at the scrawny old gateman, and crossing the wide, deserted street. The Bonavich mansion was located a bit deeper into the foliage and she had to jog on the trail made by frequent tire marks for almost three minutes before finally coming to the opening that showcased the large mansion. The building was nearly identical to their house, save for the towers it lacked, and the more modern structure and painting.
Only a white Mercedes Benz and the latest model Audi were parked in the driveway.
Ophelia strode to the large polished black door and rang the doorbell, panting slightly from the exercise.
The door creaked open, revealing a fat, rosy-cheeked middle-aged woman wearing an apron. "Can I help you dear?" she offered, wiping her ha
