6 — Alexandra View

Eliza spun around. Nothing.

To anyone passing, it was a charming Victorian folly—a turreted house with a slate roof and a bay window that caught the last of the twilight. But to Eliza Hart, it was the site of a childhood disappearance that had haunted her for twenty-two years. 6 alexandra view

Eliza’s blood turned to ice. The house plans she’d found in the county archives flashed through her mind. There was no attic. The roof was a flat, decorative cap. Yet the footsteps grew louder, coming down… down… toward the locked room door. Eliza spun around