The year was 1923, and the lobby of Samantheux's was filled with an elegant throng of millionaires, heiresses, playboys, businessmen, entrepreneurs, movie stars and assorted celebrities. Old money and new money not only came together, but managed to get along, rather than smiling at face value and sneering behind backs. The only missing element was the criminal element: mafia bosses, cartel members, drug barons, and the general illicit mob were nowhere to be found. This was, of course, because the party was being held in honour of Sabina Bowers, and every self-respecting criminal knew that it was best to stay far, far away from Sabina Bowers.
Mrs Bowers was yet to make her entrance, but her son, Andrew Jr, was being led into the lobby by his nanny, Joanne DeLacy. Joanne was a typical nanny of the upper classes: her pale, blond hair was subordinated over her ears and into a stiff bun at the nape of her neck, and her stern, grey dress covered her slender neck and wrists, then flared into