ABIGEAL

EARLY THE next morning Abel, Matteo and I left the compound in a Sedan that was probably way more expensive than it looked. We hadn’t been given any more insight as to what was next on the itinerary and, while both men were getting restless, I remained calm. Whatever it turned out to be, I was going to dominate it. I had to.

The vehicle stopped in front of a sprawling bungalow with a perfectly tended front garden and interlocked tiles leading the way to the front door, where a man who I assumed was security waited. As we approached he gave us a curt nod and opened the...