Chapter 5
The third floor landing was level with the top of the light fixture, making looking down to the first floor and expecting to see anything a questionable proposition.
I glanced up at where the chain and electrical cable were anchored at the highest point of the sloped ceiling another level above me and felt a momentary stab of curiosity. What had Mr. Trevor failed to show me? Was he hiding something up there?
But then I heard Cynthia Thomas downstairs swinging the heavy door open and calling out a cheery hello, and that same curiosity stabbed me again, this time poking me until I started creeping down the stairs to where I could get a better look.
Honestly, it was like my curiosity was a pirate sometimes, pushing me out on precarious planks over shark-filled waters with consta
