Chapter 262 Pleading Innocence

Bob drove up to the southern antebellum mansion, its Greek Revival style looming over him like an ancient goddess of Justice. He parked his black Porsche at the bottom of the steps and walked up them two at a time. His heart pounded with trepidation as the Doric columns swallowed him. Bob knocked on the grand cedar door and straightened his suit jacket. The door immediately opened to reveal a footman. The footman looked Bob up and down before admitting him wordlessly and leading him to the sitting room.