Some of the rooms still have velvet curtains from like the Civil War, and huge canopy beds. The house has been expanded over the years, so the layout ...oesn’t make much sense. Big rooms, little rooms, twisting hallways, staircases… there’s even a rumor about a secret passage, and then there’s the enormous cellar area underneath as well.And the attic, but nobody goes up there.The storm rages outside the house. It’s cold and miserable.Inside… it’s just another Friday night for CCL. No classes. " "About three years ago, I covered an incident involving a car bomb and it was that Andrews guy that owned the car. He'd gone to eat in one of those restaurants up town and used their valet parking. When he'd called for his car, it blew sky high taking the parking attendant with it.He clammed up when we interrogated him as to who might have done it and why. When we tried to follow up, he'd skipped town and we never could find him." I told McGinty about the five guys in 'Nam and how three had. But last night, there were only two women that I know well, and one that I sort of know. The rest were almost strangers off the street. Not a comfortable experience for me, and I don't think for Dianne, either. She spent most of her evening with the same three men; me, your Dad, and Don Preston. Oh, and a couple of times with Bill Haywood, too, I think." What about my Dad?" she wanted to know. "Do you think he had a good time?" Brad? Yeah, for the most part he did. Mind you, there was a guy by. In sympathy for his grief, Spencer had been given a very generous buy out package, along with some life insurance, that had allowed him to effectively retire at thirty-eight. They had spent a couple of years close to Kirstin’s parents, Amy’s grandparents, before Spencer had bought an old foreclosed farmhouse, needing to do something with his time and his hands.That was two years ago and the renovations were practically done. Not having to work, Spencer had thrown himself into his role as a sole.