The interior of the house was just about as impressive as the exterior, although not as fussily Victorian. I didn’t know a lot about interior decorating, but it was pretty obvious that the place had been redone in the not-so-distant past, maybe when Angela took over as prima. Connor guided us into the living room, which was furnished with oversized leather couches and several burnished-wood accent tables that looked as though they’d come from local artisans. The same with the paintings that hung on the walls — they were all originals, and probably from locals, if the subject matter of juniper trees and golden landscapes and Sedona red rocks was any indication. Taffy looked around, nose twitching, but she seemed to understand that she needed to be on her best behavior, because she went over
