Chapter 44
- We park up in the front of a magnificent three-storey mansion and Keenan help me out of the car and we walk into the house and once inside we are greeted by an elderly woman with an Italian accent. Her smile is illuminating and her cheerfulness is heartening.
- "Good evening, Mr Hilton and Ms.-"
- "Snowfall. Taylor Snowfall." I instantly add up, meeting her smile with mine.