The taxi dropped us off right outside the villa at 9am. It was already a beautiful day, the sun glistening in the pristine Spanish sky. Eager to change out of my outfit that I'd worn for the plane journey over, I left Billy to pay the driver and headed straight inside, wheeling my suitcase behind me. Inside the villa it was palatial. The walls were white stone, the ceiling fifteen feet from the ground, and the furniture l...