Don't trust anyone . . .
"Your aunt gave you that house because she knew you loved it. She wanted you to remember all the good times you had. The last thing she's want is for all the happy memories to be overshadowed by what happened to her," Bruce said.
Lila made figure eights in her coffee with a spoon. "Are you saying I should pack up everything and just move right in?"
"What I'm saying is that maybe you should look at least go and look at the place."
Lila tossed her brown hair over her shoulder. "I don't know. It's all too freaky - going to the place where she was murdered."
"Confronting your fear might be exactly what you need."
Lila's fingers played nervously with the buttons os her cashmere cardigan. her voice was heavy. "This is going to sound crazy, but what if we go to the house today, and the murderer is there? You know what they say - a murderer always returns to the scene of the crime."
Bruce gave Lila's hand a loving squeeze. "Don't worry so much," he said reassuringly. "I won't let anything happen to you."