The house was a beautiful old Victorian mansion that had been split into apartments. A gallery ran around the entire first floor, and the left front corner of the house featured a round tower crowned by a witch’s hat–style roof. The house itself stood three stories tall, and the second and third floors had small galleries as well. There was a large swimming pool in the fenced-in backyard, and bushes rimmed the front and side yards just inside a waist-high black wrought iron fence. It was painted a dark pink and stood on the corner facing the park. As Colin parked the Jag on the park side of Coliseum Street under a streetlight, I could see the park was completely empty except for a woman in a green raincoat walking a black Lab. It was a beautiful park filled with massive live oaks. The old-style lamps along the various paved walkways were all lit up. The rain had degenerated to a mist, which shrouded the park lights and gave them an eerie glow. The fountain was fully lit, and I could hear it splash as I got out of the car.
