CHAPTER NINE
Earl Stewart had lived just outside of Hen Creek, in an area that somehow appeared even more rural. His house was located on a lonely stretch of backroad that was heavily populated by thickets of trees, kudzu, and not much else. Oddly enough, though, the Stewart residence was quite beautiful. It had an older look to it and though Camille knew very little about architecture, she thought she could see some Colonial influence. It sat about fifty yards off the road. A lush, green yard was all that separated it from the road.
When Camille knocked on the door, they were greeted by a woman of about fifty-five. She looked haggard but also had the sort of face that Camille knew would be striking when a little makeup was applied.
"Yes?" she asked, eyeing Camille and Palmer with a tir
