“Probably more than we want to see,” Michael agreed as Cam stepped into the bathroom.
* * * *
La Hacienda was a monstrous building copied from Italian architecture. Only the tropical plants at the entrance reminded the visitors that they were in South America and not Southern Italy. The stone stairs that led to the second level were polished to a high sheen and the marble entryway loomed above like that of a train station. Wings of the building seemed to go off in every direction to offices that could handle all the workers in the entire government.