Chapter 4

Georgia rolled her eyes. “Oh, that old thing? You must have talked to a local. They like to add color to the town or something. But believe me, Julian, there’s absolutely no truth to any of that.”

I nodded, expecting that sort of answer. “How did Dexter Larabee die? Do you know?”

“I think it was cancer,” she replied, looking sincere. “Anyway, it was some sort of illness, I’ve been told.”

Satisfied, I continued onto the staircase and up to the second floor containing four bedrooms and three bathrooms. Two of the rooms shared a Jack and Jill type bathroom. From my understanding, most of the bedrooms had been seldom used in Dexter’s days, except for the occasional guest. But Basil’s children had moved into them when he’d owned the house.