Chapter 56 Ethan
ETHAN
I pulled back the curtain in my studio and peered outside, looking back and forth across the compound. It was dark, the bushes and trees illuminated with landscape lighting, which didn’t help.
The property was shrouded in shadow, even the guards I’d hired to keep watch mostly invisible.
Still, it had been over a week since Bram Montgomery had called in to the show and there had been no sign of him or the other Butchers.
I breathed a sigh of uneasy relief. They were on their way to Switzerland, were probably preparing to surround the St. Moritz house at that very minute.
Little did they know, I fucking hated the cold. I’d only holed up in St. Moritz because I’d had banking to attend to there. The Swiss still had some of the best DL banking in the world.
I inhaled a deep breath of the salty ocean air rolling in off the beach in St. Kitts, feeling the most relaxed I’d felt since the first time Maeve Haver had lurked at the bottom of the driveway of the house in Blackwell Falls.
I just wasn’t a snow kind of guy, and I stepped into the balcony off my studio and dropped into one of the wicker chairs, then rested my feet on the railing.
Sand and sun were much more my speed.