CHAPTER SIXTEEN
At eight a.m. the next morning, Stella pulled up outside a mansion set on a coastal road in New Haven.
She stared at the sweeping lines, the curved, gray-green walls, the clever multi-level building that seemed to be part of the hillside it was built on. This was the perfect home to create if you happened to be a leading architect, wanting to make a name for yourself for unique designs that stood out among the colonial, New England heritage.
Vincent van der Meulen was such an architect. He lived in this home, with his three children, and his beautiful wife, Helen.
It had taken Stella just ten minutes of research last night to confirm that Helen van der Meulen, the woman who’d first greeted them at the spin class, was the architect’s wife. She had decided to pay her a su
