Chapter 3
She was lying on a soft surface. Head aching, Audrey opened her eyes, looked up at a white plaster ceiling with a painted glass chandelier hanging directly above her. Since those particular details didn’t give her many clues, she pushed herself upright and saw that she had been lying on a bed in a large room with dark moldings and walls painted a soft sage green. The architecture looked Victorian, as did the heavy carved furniture — a highboy, a pair of marble-topped tables that flanked the bed, a velvet-upholstered chaise longue in an alcove to one side.
Although she knew the haunted bed-and-breakfast in Tucson had been built in the 1870s, Audrey didn’t hold out any hope that this was the same place. She’d seen the pictures on the B&B’s website, and it looked nothing like this
