Chapter 259

• "This looks like a good place to rest," Oscar said, adjusting his hat as he stood in the airport.
• He wore a wide smile as he took in the unfamiliar landscape of Santorini—clean white buildings gleaming even from a distance, the air humming with the salty breath of the Aegean, and the sun, somehow both gentle and commanding.
• He had chosen the location based on a recommendation from one of his travel agents. Apparently, it was a hotspot for highly influential people. She probably assumed he was going there on business—for one of his brothers or his mother.