It is the opening of the first chapter.
From the shadow of the ancient yew tree, Benedict Kouvaris observed the two people standing at his mother’s graveside. The clergyman’s voice carried on the still air, as he intoned the funeral
rites for the woman who’d sent him to another country on his tenth birthday, two and a half decades ago.
He thrust his anger and confusion beneath the surface of his consciousness and focused his attention on the elegant Armani-suited woman, whose blonde hair contrasted with her black suit
and concealed her face from view. The wind sighed through the branches, and the man beside him shifted from one foot to the other.
“Who is she?” He raised an eyebrow in query.
“Miss Williams, sir.” His mother’s solicitor, Mr. Cranborne, cleared his throat. “She cared for your mother for the last five years.”
The clergyman bent to lift a small clutch of soil, which he threw into the open grave. His action was replicated by the woman. And who, Ben wondered, was Miss Williams?
“My mother never had two pennies to rub together in her life. For God’s sake, the woman was a whore. Why would a classy female like that,” he poked the air with one finger, “care for her? What’s she after? She’s wishing on rainbows if she thinks my mother has anything to leave her in a will. She spent all her money on drugs, drink and men. She never held onto it long enough to keep anything
valuable. If she did, she’d sell it for the next fix when the money ran out.”Once more the lawyer cleared his throat. “Miss Williams drafted Mrs. Kouvaris’ will.” Mr Cranborne’s thoughtful gaze rested on the two
figures at the graveside.
“She did?” Shock shimmied down his spine.
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