Finding a gardener was more complicated than I expected. Elaina and Frank weren’t joking when they said Aunt Blaire ran off most of the professionals around. All the ones I called, she either fired, the grounds were too much for them, or they didn’t have any openings on their full-time client list. I was on ...

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Nothing happened. The stone door didn’t budge. I pulled the iron handle again and had the same result. The door might have been sealed shut. But who would seal shut a mausoleum door? Or maybe I was an idiot, and there was some special ...

“Loyalty. Elaina and I, our families have served the Covingport line since Edward’s arrival...It is true that we owe no loyalty to the tainted Covingport line. But Elaina and I believe that one day the true Covingport heir will come back to us.”

The murder happened about a century ago...Edward James Hawthorne Covingport was the original owner and title holder of the marquess line. No one knows who did it, it was never solved.

“Covingport Manor is haunted by ghosts.” “I don’t believe in ghosts. They’re simply make-believe legends that people tell themselves to help them grieve loved ones,” I told them.

My Aunt Blaire was a recluse. I had met her twice in my twenty-three years. One of which I don’t remember. So I found it surprising the day her lawyer stopped by to name me as her sole heir. Maybe it was because I hadn’t known she was dead when he began blabbering condolences.