Chapter 12 – Moola––––––––
“This looks like a barn, not an opera house!”
Mel shot the woman a look but continued sorting through her key ring until she found the one that would open the padlock she’d found to put on the slider the night Gregory Sellers had been found.
Faye was the one to respond, “Only from the outside. This door was redone by the previous lessee to accommodate his needs.”
“It’s still very much a music hall inside,” Mel added as she removed the lock and slid the metal arm back. She gave the door a good shove and got it open enough for the three of them to step inside.
In the late morning, with the sun moving from east to west across the southern sky, plenty of light filtered through the stained glass, illuminating the dusty hall inside.
Kara moved in far enough to le
