For Nearly 3 Hours, a Stranger Kept Touching My Leg on the Bus—Then, Just Before We Got Off, He Slipped Me a Handkerchief and Whispered, “Pretend You’re Dizzy—Don’t Sign Anything.”

Ridge tomorrow? Take a look out the window, Elena.”

I glanced toward the glass. Down the long gravel driveway, two heavy black SUVs were parked across the estate gates. Dark figures stood by the vehicles, guarding the perimeter.

“My father might have a heart of gold, but I run this estate now,” he said, leaning against the desk. “You’re going to sign continue reading …