THIRD PERSON'S POV
He came out of his car and looked at the huge mansion standing erect before him. He could feel his heart beat accelerate, and cursed the damned woman for making him feel this way. Throughout his 9 years in police service, not once had he been this nervous. But here he was, being unnecessary apprehensive over seeing a woman. He inhaled deeply, then confidently walked to the doorstep. One knock, the second, and the door opened to reveal a young lady who looked to be the housekeeper.
"Good morning Sir." She had such a high pitched chirpy voice, he thought.
"Good morning." He smiled.
"Please, who are you and who do you wish to see?"
"Oh!" He let out a nervous chuckle. "I'm William Sanders and I am here to see Miss Lana Greywood. I'm an old friend."
"Oh? Please come in
