Chapter Thirty: Switching Places Pt 2

I pull into an impressively grand château just outside of Paris and drive around a grand fountain in the centre of the driveaway illuminated by small strobe lights that make the water glow and welcome you onto the property. It’s a stunning three-story estate with an incredible number of windows, each illuminated with an exterior light that gives the structure a warm cozy feel to an otherwise ostentatious piece of architecture. Eight large windows line the first story, then nine on the second and seven on the third. Definitely not the ideal location for mayhem and murder, but it is also far enough from a main road that you could scream for hours and never be heard.

Parking at the front entrance, I grab my purse and exit the car. Glancing around the property I see no signs of Silas’ car. He will likely park far from the house to ensure the car isn’t spotted, but I’m sure he’ll figure it out. He’s a big boy. With my bag secured over my shoulder, I make my way up the front steps and bang