Bay exited his office, walked downstairs, and fetched a drink from the kitchen. While pouring vodka over four ice cubes in a faux, crystal glass, he saw movement outside, next to the vegetable garden. Just a blur at the corner of his right eye. Light blue mixed with a little dark blue. A flicker. Nothing more. Nothing less. He stopped pouring the Smirnoff and placed the bottle on the counter, next to the glass. Then he turned his head and view to the garden and…
Someone was in the backyard, next to the lake, near the vegetable garden. A tall, masculine figure in a familiar light blue T-shirt and jeans. No shoes. The man was chiseled, nicely developed with muscles. Over six feet tall. Physically fit. Clean-shaven and handsome. No facial hair. Brown hair with narrow eyebrows. Exactly the de
