Chapter 111: A Moment In Time
The estate’s backyard stretched wide under the night sky, the towering silhouette of the mayor’s mansion looming ahead. Veiled in the shifting shadows of passing clouds, Jethru and Lara moved with practiced stealth, their footsteps silent against the damp grass.
A towering wooden fence enclosed the mansion like a fortress, but it was no obstacle. Timing their ascent with the drifting darkness, they scaled the weathered planks with ease and dropped soundlessly onto the other side.
Lara let out a low whistle as her eyes swept over the mansion.
"The mayor is swimming in wealth. His house is as big as a church."
Jethru shot her a sharp glance. "Stop babbling. We split up. Let’s meet back here in an hour."
"Alright, Master," she muttered, disappearing into the shadows.
The mansion’s grand entrance faced east, where a few lanterns bathed the marble steps in a soft golden glow. Lara, however, veered north, her keen gaze locking onto the quieter section of the estate. Only three guards patrolled that area—a curious oversight, considering the rest of the grounds swarmed with security. Then again, the northern wall was a formidable barrier: solid stone, unbroken except for six high-set windows embedded in the gray facade.
Was the wall made from marble?
Were those bedroom windows?
Lara pressed a hand against the cool surface. It wasn’t completely smooth, nor was it rough—perhaps granite? Mount Roca had an abundance of both.
Lara waited and when a cloud veiled the quarter moon, she stealthily moved toward the northern wall.