A broad, satisfied smile was hidden under Eunice’s helmet when she mounted the bike and began to motor away from her clandestine location, one kilometre from the Mill’s estate. An early Christmas present, she mused. Yet her instincts were beginning to set off alarm bells and she did not know why. Was it too easy? No hitches and no close calls always bothered her, especially when the location was as heavily monitored as the Richard Lyle Mill’s estate. She stopped her bi...