"We put her where she is. We can just as easily tear her back down."
"Treating Rolf like this? She must have a death wish."
…
"Enough talk. Move. Now."
I stood outside the villa, watching the messages roll in, one after another.
Job was standing in the doorway too, arms crossed, watching me. "Still here? Can't bring yourself to leave?"
"I get it. After today, forget living in a place like this. You probably won't even get to look at a mansion this nice again."
Just as Job was gloating to his heart's content, a convoy from the District Attorney's office was pulling up the road toward them.
When the vehicles stopped in front of the villa, both Fiona and Job froze.
Several prosecutors stepped out.
"We are hereby seizing this property in accordance with the law. Nothing inside may be removed."
They proceeded to tape official seizure notices across the front doors.
