NO MATTER HOW GRAND and inviting, this place gives me the creeps. But the home has held me in captivation since I invaded its premises as a student journalist under the guise of a wealthy entrepreneur. How clueless I was at twenty-two, throwing myself into danger. I could be dead. I never imagined, two years later, I"d still be searching for Patrice Jensen, and she"d usurp my mental energy. All I know is Patrice went into that house and never came out. Is her body still on the property? I"ve often asked myself that question given what I saw from the bathroom that night—a long object two men carried upstairs. Was it Patrice"s body?
Many times, I"ve plotted ways to break inside, but today, I won"t have to. After two years, I"ll walk through the door as a guest, not under pretense. Shortly a
