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While The World Burns
The Italian Riviera had to be the most beautiful place I’d ever seen. And I’d seen plenty since joining the fight against JPAC. The seas were a sparkling cyan-blue. The beaches a sandy white. The coastline high and rocky. The mansions multicoloured. And the designer label streets lined with Ferraris and Lamborghinis.
So then, what better place to watch society tear itself apart than one of Alex’s dad’s old holiday homes?
The truth is, it was the nearest safe place to London. And as yet untouched by the madness.
Needless to say, the pad was eye-poppingly awesome.
Surrounded by snooker-table lawns, it was a mustard-yellow villa built on the cliff-face. It looked out over a private stretch of beach. It had a shimmering outdoor pool and a giant sun terrace.
Insi
