Chapter 96 Santiago Sardino

• I stand before my parents' house, which is a hotbed of journalists – an ordeal that can't be doing my mother any good. I instruct my chauffeur to turn around and approach from the rear of the house. I alight and slip through a gap in the fence that I fashioned as a youth, well-concealed even now. I scuttle, crouched low, to the window of my old room which I know how to open without a sound. Entering, I'm greeted by an engulfing silence; there's no one here. Where have they all gone? Just as I'm about to leave, a small yellow note stuck to the mirror catches my eye. It's from Dad.
• “If you happen to come by, we'll be at Christian Thompson's estate. Go see your mother, I'll make sure they let you in.
• And Santiago, thank you for coming back. Dad”