Glitz [antikvár]

PrologueIt was a terrible thing, the old man thought, to be so rich, and to be so bored.Clement Chambers sat, stretched out on a veranda chair, on the terrace of his mansion in the Seychelles, looking down over the cliffs, across a verdant hillside towards the sea.His estate had a spectacular view of the azure waters of the Indian Ocean. They lapped against the fine powdery sands of his five-mile-long private beach, a facility he had visited a total of once in the last year. It took up the whole of the rocky inlet viewable from this angle; Clement loathed trespassers on his privacy.The estate, the Palms, was a fortress. Oh, its walls were concealed, and it was heavily landscaped, but it backed into the sheer rock of the mountain and was surrounded on all sides by discreet and deadly soldiers.Clement had enemies. You did not get to where he was without them.He ensured he was safe. Safe from assassins, and kidnappers. He enjoyed the warm weather, the blue skies,1