Camile
It was Lisa McClure who first suggested I speak with Eva Moore-Brand. She said she had a funny feeling about her. Michele Benson had mentioned that Eva and Jason were in the process of building several custom homes, but said that something had gone sour with the deal.
But Eva is proving hard to reach. So I decide to stake out her house.
The Craftsman is like a relic from the past, with its dual pillars of brick and large windows warmly aglow. As I cross the street, Eva starts a set of stretches on her porch, seemingly unaware of her surroundings.
I call out, waving my arms to get her attention. When she finally spots me, she has a slight look of concern on her face. “Can I help you?”
I nod. “I’m Camile. I’ve sent you several messages…”
She removes an earbud as she tries to rec
