Drummer in the Dark
“He carried his cellphone with him, in case his secretary finally located the Brazilian banker. Obviously the man knew of the catastrophes in Rome and Egypt and had gone into hiding. But Hayek’s secretary would track him down. It was only a matter of time.His staff knew not to show themselves when he was home at weekends. His gray stood saddled and stomping in impatient readiness. Hayek had never bothered to name the horse. To do so would imply an attachment. Hayek swung into the saddle and took the sawdust trail along the paddock and into the forest. Through the trees he caught brief glimpses of the manor’s peach-colored stone. Anywhere else on earth the estate would have been wildly garish, but in central Florida, where even Disney’s castle looked appealing, it simply belonged. The house was far too large for him, especially now that he was between wives. But the lie of permanence needed to be convincing and stated very visibly.Hayek employed eleven staff to keep the place and his ni...nety-seven acres in perfect order.MoreLess
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