Thirty-ThreeGraysie Castellanos leaned comfortably into her fiancée Nathan Russell as they nestled into the Stockton House drawing-room sofa. John had asked them to come for a mysterious meeting — but so much strange stuff had been happening lately she had learned to take extraordinary events in her stride.
Four-year-old Minette, her recently acquired god daughter, played happily in the corner with a large fully outfitted doll’s house. The curly-headed moppet had the tiny pieces of furniture and fittings — beds, chairs, tables, sofas, lamps and plates — spread out on the floor around her and was humming an old French folk song under her breath as she played. The songs were part of her babyhood, a comforting reminder of the mother who had died six months ago. Graysie still sang them to her
