The Promise of Sunsets by Elizabeth Dolan-Cancian
Excerpt from Chapter Eleven:
The thought had crossed his mind to turn on his lights and siren to
expedite his journey to his sister’s home in Rancho Palos Verdes, but
not being one to abuse his power, Kris ebbed along with the other motorists
mired in the rush-hour traffic on the 405. After an hour of what in a perfect
Los Angeles should have been a forty-five-minute drive from Santa Monica,
he pulled onto the long, steep driveway that ended at the top of a hill where
his sister’s house stood. The beautiful Mediterranean-style home built in the
1920s offered breathtaking views of the ocean and canyon. The manicured
grounds alone were a luxury, with a pool and a spa. In the home’s entryway,
a crystal chandelier hung almost two stories over the Italian marble tile floor.
There were vaulted ceilings, hardwood floors adorned with antique Persian
rugs, two fireplaces—one in the living room and one in the master bedroom—
a large California kitchen with eating area, a formal dining room, six
bedrooms, five baths, a guest house, and a five-car garage.