Death and fear, is it something that works hand in hand, are the two related? Since my arrival in Liston Hills I have come to an involuntary stop trying to find out who killed my father.
Where ever I go I am left with more questions than answers. Gina Lorne my mother’s evil sister died recently and I know her death is somehow linked to my fathers. Proving my theory a few days ago was impossible. But not now. Today, thanks to Mason Bray I have hope.
Mason Bray has followed me continuously these last few weeks and when I snuck into the morgue he made himself visible. I thought about lying and giving him a lame reason why I was practically breaking into the police stations morgue but in the end I just told him the truth.
The guy is crazy, because when I did he offered to help, he bribed the cleaner and before we knew it we were inside getting a first row seat to the dead woman who stirred up things in a dead town.
Not to say that anything came out of it. We found nothing surprising, nothing to indicate the link of Gina and my fathers deaths.
And now a few weeks later here I am looking at the monstrosity of old double doors that came out of a Tomb raiders novel.
It is an easy four meters high and while the Bray house and The Estate are massive, this house is medieval, maybe slightly smaller than the Estate but its like an antique in the form of a house.
Taking in a much needed deep breath I lift my hand to the big square button on the top of the left door and press.
When I was at the main gate a woman buzzed me in and it took me at least five minutes to walk to the house.
Who needs a driveway so long? The people in Liston Hills love their big houses but I notice they are obsessed with their yards. It makes me wonder whether keeping the yards clean is just another way to hide the secrets that are laying in wait inside their homes.
The doors swings open with a loud creak and the blond haired billionaire and CEO of Kent Vaults International stands in from of me with a small girl attached to his back.
My eyes widen when I see that she looks just like him, and a million and one thoughts erupt in my head,
“Hey, you must be Dexter, Mason sent me.” I say as my gaze tracks back to the little girl on his back that is now peeping at me.
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