Brianna s Game
MEETING BRIANNA 1/ Steve Mayfield, thirties, pulled up at the electronic gates of the big detached house. The lane it sat on was narrow and quiet. Just six or seven properties here. It was hard to tell because the gardens were so expansive. He buzzed on the control panel. "Steve Mayfield for Brianna Caldwell." A short wait. "Come on through," the woman's voice said. The gates slowly opened, peeling apart, and he drove through, finding a spot near the main house. He...