Two hours later, the car passed through enormous iron gates that opened by themselves. It climbed a private cliffside road surrounded by tall pine trees swaying in the storm.
At the top stood a massive modern estate made of glass, steel, and dark stone, overlooking the restless black waters of Puget Sound.
The car stopped beneath a covered entrance. A tall, silent driver in a dark suit immediately opened Matthew’s door and held out an umbrella.
Matthew stepped out without waiting for Elena.
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