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Uh-oh. So he knew I’d taken the folder from Melody.

After Lacey dialed the police, they came in record time. I was shocked actually; I hadn’t expected them to show up at all. The police handcuffed Evelyn and took our statements. Surpri
singly, we learned that Stan had turned himself in for the murder. What had made him change his mind?

“
Did you steal a file folder from my cousin’s house?” Reed asked as we watched the police escort Evelyn out.

I diverted my attention. Some things are better left
as secrets.

Epilogue

Reed and I stood outside Lou’s house on the small patio overlooking the lake.
Fall had settled over the area, although the leaves had reached their peak yet. The sun was descending behind the trees, but the air was still warm.

Lou held up his glass of champagne.
“To another successful home project.”

Reed and I
clinked our glasses against his.

“Cheers,” we said.

We’d sold the McKeeley Plantation to the historical society. They were opening a museum for the county in the house. Blake Gaines had been a big part of making that happen. He’d left Bay Point, but at least he had some closure now.

Stan was set
to go on trial for Amber Gaines’ murder and Evelyn Arlington was facing the same fate for murdering Gordon Millerton.

Reed and his Uncle Lou
had called a truce. Lou was realizing that he couldn’t force Reed to stay in town if he wanted to be somewhere else.

“So what are your plans now?” Lou asked.

Reed looked at me. “I’m not sure.”

“Well, there was something I wanted to show you.”

I was itching to get back to my home state. I pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Reed.

“This Antebellum mansion is calling to us. It needs someone to bring it back to life. Look how cheap it is too.”

“No wonder it’s cheap, the thing is practically falling down.”

“The house has solid bones,”
I protested.

He shook his head.
“No way. This is not a good investment.”

“Reed O’
Hara, just look at this house. Why, it’s practically crying is what it’s doing. It’s saying, ‘Alabama, please help me.’”

“I’
m practically crying and you are not helping me.” Reed tried to hide his smile.

I wrapped my arms around Reed’s waist and he leaned down and kissed me.

Finally Reed looked over at his uncle and said, “Looks as if we’re buying an Antebellum in Kentucky.”

About The Author

Rose
Pressey is an Amazon and Barnes and Noble Top 100 bestselling author. She enjoys writing quirky and fun novels with a paranormal twist. The paranormal has always captured her interest. The thought of finding answers to the unexplained fascinates her.

When she’
s not writing about werewolves, vampires and every other supernatural creature, she loves eating cupcakes with sprinkles, reading, spending time with family, and listening to oldies from the fifties.

Rose lives in the beautiful commonwealth of Kentucky with her
husband, son, and three sassy Chihuahuas.

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