Thunder shook the heavy stone foundations of the mansion.
Cuando llegué a la parte superior de la escalera de mármol con vistas al gran hall de entrada, las puertas delanteras dobles se abrieron con un choque ensordecedor.
A gust of wind blown rain swept into the foyer, soaking the grand Persian rugs.
A tall figure stepped through the entryway, flanked by four men dressed in black tactical gear, carrying suppressed submachine guns.
The tall man pulled off his wet fedora and dropped it to the floor.
He wore an expensive tailored grey overcoat, a silk scarf tucked into his collar.
He lifted his head and looked up at me standing at the top of the staircase.
Mi aliento me pilló en la garganta.
Era como mirar en un espejo antiguo que había sido agrietado y distorsionado por el tiempo.
The man had my father’s high cheekbones, my father’s sharp, hooked nose, and my father’s obsidian eyes.
