Dead Reckoning [antikvár]

Chapter 1The attic had been kept locked until the day after my grandmother died. I'd found her key and opened it that awful day to look for her wedding dress, having the crazy idea she should be buried in it. I'd taken one step inside and then turned and walked out, leaving the door unsecured behind me.Now, two years later, I pushed that door open again. The hinges creaked as ominously as if it were midnight on Halloween instead of a sunny Wednesday morning in late May. The broad floorboards pro-tested under my feet as I stepped over the threshold. There were dark shapes all around me, and a very faint musty odorthe smell of old things long forgotten.When the second story had been added to the original Stackhouse home decades before, the new floor had been divided into bedrooms,