CHAPTER 6
“All right, what’s your story?” Lia muttered. She stared at the plans for the manor she’d been obsessing over. First, the original plans with which she’d made her original proposal. Second, the one she’d received this morning. She stared at the document.
I saw a room above the carport, but it doesn’t appear in either plan. The front door—is it centered? I remember it centered on the seaward wall, but in one set of photos and plans it’s to the left, on the other, to the rear. Is the turret thrusting over the sidewalk, or is it more recessed? The building looks as if it’s twisting clockwise. Those are some heavy-duty optical illusions. I’ve heard the sea can do that, but is the distortion in the photos, my memory or both? And which photos reflect reality? She frowned, laying the
