THE Rolls-Royce Phantom glided smoothly to a stop in front of the posh bungalow, its polished body reflecting the soft glow of the estate lights. The engine purred quietly before falling silent. Almost immediately, the two backseat doors opened in near-perfect unison.
Two men stepped out.
Adrian emerged first, tall and composed in his tailored suit, his face carrying the familiar mixture of confidence and fatigue that had become second nature to him. Jakes followed, adjusting his cufflinks as his eyes swept over the house appreciatively.
The chauffeur remained seated, hands on the wheel. Jakes leaned slightly toward the open window and muttered a few instructions. The chauffeur nodded once, respectfully, before settling back.
The two men walked toward the entrance.
Leonard was already
