Chapter 5At just after nine-thirty on Monday morning, Evan arrived at the wrought iron gates in the wall surrounding the Carmody estate. Wondering if he and his tired Chevy might well be redirected to the back gate with the other tradesmen and servants, he reached out and pressed the buzzer long and hard. The security camera stopped its sweep of the gate and focused directly on him.
“May I help you, Sir?” came over the speaker.
“Evan Dwyer—here to see Mrs. Carmody.”
A moment of silence passed. Then the voice replied, “Yes, Mr. Dwyer. Please follow the drive up to the front door.”
The gates swung open silently. Evan couldn’t help but shudder as he passed through. Cameras, iron bars, stone walls. This place was a prison. He supposed when you had money, you needed all this crap to keep yo
