4
“Is there a timer?” Lonna asked.
“I don’t know.” I was glad I didn’t have to go upstairs in the dark, but I was wary of the house itself. It seemed to have a mind of its own.
“Well, I guess we’ll find out.” She rolled to a stop in the drive between the fountain and the front steps. “This place was built for parties,” she commented as I hopped down from the passenger seat.
“That’s the funny thing about it. I don’t remember him ever having any.”
“You said there was a ballroom?”
“Yep.” I turned the key in the lock. “It’s in the back on the lower level.”
“That’s strange.”
We walked into the empty foyer. “Everything about this is strange. Did you move our suitcases?”
“No, I left them right here.”
“Bon soir, mademoiselles.” A hearty male voice greeted us from the top of the stairs, a
