The three-story home had a Greek revival façade with towering columns and intricately carved statues of women draped in togas situated along a high garden wall behind the main house. The exterior was done in plaster and painted bright red. There were French doors located along the first and second stories with a long, grand wrought iron balcony sweeping across the second floor. A wide front door of dark mahogany had the letters “C” and “B” intertwined in leaded glass. The gardens were expensively landscaped with lemon and lime trees lining a red-bricked walkway. Gwen stepped from the car, carrying her brown leather purse and a small overnight bag. She peered up at the three chimneys rising from the sloping roof. “Who in the hell owns this monstrosity?” Dallas shut the door of the car behind him as he walked around to the trunk. “Knowing Lance, I’m afraid to ask.” Dallas nodded to the overnight bag on Gwen’s shoulder.
