He and Sara both slowly climbed out and, leaving the doors open, just stood and gawked at the massive structure one hundred yards in front of them. “Wow,” was all Sara could say. The building looked four stories high, not two as Padre had said. The roof of the veranda rested on six marble columns while the rest of the structure was dark stone reaching up to castle-like turrets. “It’s as though the owner didn’t know if he wanted a plantation or gothic mansion. All that’s missing are the moat and drawbridge.” “Look at those damn gargoyles. I should use them for target practice.” The beasts eyed them suspiciously. It didn’t help that dark clouds appeared to rest on the gargoyles’ shoulders. “Kids are usually warned against trick or treating at houses that looked like this.” He glanced over the hood of the Navigator at his partner. Sara’s eyes looked like a kid’s on Christmas morning. But there was something else that was happening. As she turned her head he could see that Sara had called on the vision of the hawk and was carefully scrutinizing the house.
