Tran not only agreed to meet with us, she invited us into her home. If Karl weren’t so comfortable and sure of himself right now, I’d think that we were walking into a trap. He seems almost excited as we approach the mansion door. I have my hands clamped firmly in front of me as he rings the doorbell.

I stare up at the gabled window above the door. The house is beautiful, but it feels haunted. It’s probably just my own mindset making it seem that way. I stare long enough ...