"Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins. Welcome."
I looked up at the tall young man holding open the door to the huge house that John Brandon lived in. "House" really didn't describe it. It was massive – 3 stories, with a beautiful wrap-around porch and large stately columns. The brick facade was broken up by large bay windows in the front. I looked around at the smaller, well-kept homes surrounding the mansion and wondered who lived there. Rhys and I had seen young families walking around and kids excitedly playing catch and soccer in on the paved paths leading to the porch stairs. It was almost like John had a small community living here, which was odd. I had driven down Tuxedo Road hundreds of times and had never noticed all of this. Granted, we had passed through a large set of gates on our way to vis
