UNCLE GAMMOND'S MANSION

POV DESMOND

I parked my car and stepped out into the chilly night air. I made my way up to my uncle's door and went inside. I never felt the need to knock since it had been my home for so many years.

"Good afternoon Mr. Blakely," the maid Patrice greeted. She was the only one left to help run my uncle's home. There was the cook, but he mostly kept to himself in the kitchen when he was needed.

"Good evening, Patrice," I replied, giving her a ...