Collinwood Cottage

Ramona sat straight up in her chair so quickly that the others jumped backwards instinctively. (more…)

Collinwood Cottage

Eleanor, Carolyn, and Willie parked next to the cottage on the Collinwood estate.

“You girls wait here and I’ll see if he’s home,” Willie ordered.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Willie,” Carolyn said, as she and Eleanor climbed out of the car. “We’ll all go.” (more…)

The Beach House

Angelique paced impatiently across the floor of the Collins beach house. Chad cowered in a corner in fear as he watched his mistress become more and more agitated. Her only attempt at finding blood during the night had failed due to an error in judgment on her part. Now, dawn had nearly arrived and she had not sated herself yet. (more…)

Rose Cottage

Morning sun streamed in through the parted drapes on the eastern side of the Rose Cottage foyer. Eleanor Collins arranged flowers in vases on standing pedestals to give the room a more cheerful look. This was a relaxing time for her usually. (more…)

The Old House

The morning was bright and sunny. The sun rising over the ocean and bursting through scattered clouds sent sunbeams down through the trees to light upon the Old House. Barnabas stood in the clearing in front of the house absorbing the rays and drinking in the morning air. (more…)

Collinwood

Many of the Collins family had gathered at Collinwood in support of Barnabas following a brief memorial graveside service held at Eagle Hill Cemetery for Barnabas’ wife, Miranda. (more…)

Collinsport Sheriff’s Office

“Thank you for coming down, Mrs. Collins,” Sheriff Drew said to Eleanor. “I am hoping to spare you the task of trying to help us identify the body as your nanny, but I’m at a loss. We can’t find anyone by that name anywhere in our searches, so we don’t have anything in the way of dental records or anything like that.”

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The Old House

Quentin went up the stairs and joined Barnabas and Julia. Barnabas had collapsed into his chair and was distraught over the events. Julia was nervously pacing back and forth.

“How is Chris?” Barnabas asked.

“He seems to be recovered,” Quentin said as he looked down at his hand and the ring he wore. (more…)

Collinwood

Anna Johnson, Collinwood housekeeper, and wife of the groundskeeper, Harry, tidied up the drawing room after most of the family had retired to their rooms.

Mr. Loomis was still downstairs, in the study. He had been nervous all evening and Mrs. Johnson had become nervous too with all of Mr. Loomis’ talk of making sure all of the outer doors were locked. He had fairly nagged poor Harry until he would swear on his mother’s grave that the entire house was completely secure. (more…)

The Old House

Morning was full of promise of more peaceful weather. Barnabas rose early to watch the sun stream in through Josette’s room window. Julia was already up in the drawing room, reading the morning paper and drinking coffee. (more…)