Chapter 4
I spent the rest of the morning in the cellar, cleaning up messes that had been left for God-only-knew-how-long and making small repairs, such as replacing the old nails sticking up on a few of the wooden steps and on the railing.
By the time I decided to break for lunch, it was close to one in the afternoon. As I was about to head upstairs, I spotted a group of old photos along the right wall. Some looked like they’d been matted for framing, but most appeared loose.
The first two photos showed a group of friends at a pool party, likely in the backyard of this very house. I bypassed them when I didn’t recognize anyone. But the third photo had been matted for framing, yet either it had been removed from the frame or never finished. It was a black and white portrait of Dexter La
