Chapter 4Wyn whistled when he saw Christoph’s house. It was at the far end of the drive, which curved around to the foot of a flagstone path bordered by low bushes leading up to the steps of the wide wraparound porch. Then, from what Wyn could tell, it continued on to the far side of the house, which was three stories of dark gray stone with pale gray trim on the windows. The same gray was repeated on the porch railings, the eaves, and the gables. The only color came from golden light shining through a wide window to one side of the front door.
“Your home has a definite dark vibe,” Wyn said.
Christoph grinned as they got out of the car. “I’ll admit I have a flair for the dramatic at times. Do you like it?”
“I think so. It’s different, for sure.”
“Wyn, give me the keys to your car, plea
