Deadly Obsessions: The Greta Isaacs Series - Book One

Chapter Twelve

The Mountains Hotel, Charleston, West Virginia

The following morning, everyone was up and having an early breakfast at the hotel they were staying at. Greta was working on her second cup of coffee before her nerves finally settled down again. She knew she had to finish this and knowing it all had to do with Jimmys past? At least she was grateful she wouldnt have to run into his ghost while she was out here. She was dealing his past instead and it was unsettling how his own father treated his mother. No wonder he got so bad. He must have been raised to believe this was allowed when his mother didnt try to stop the beatings.

I called Mr. Pikes office already, Gretel and left him a message about the properties in Ireland. Ill let you know what he says when he calls back, her dad said.

Maybe we should contact one of the children her cousin had and ask about how their father during his time in their home. It could give us more clues about his upbringing from his adolescence through his college days, her mom suggested.

Good idea. Ill call Mrs. McCain and ask about them. Greta said and walked away from everyone to call the woman. Some time passed before she returned. I told Mrs. McCain wed be looking at the house Jimmy grew up in and she offered to leave the house key in the mailbox. She also gave me the number to one of his children, Joseph and I called him. He didnt really want to talk about his father or about Jimmy. He would only tell me his fathers house was split among all the children, including Jimmy and because of what happened during the time Jimmy was in the house, none of his siblings want anything to do with their father or the house. They all gave up their share of the house right after the reading of their fathers will. They sold off everything that was in the house though. Its been sitting like an empty shell for over a decade now.

Sounds like you should sell the house then. When did you want to check on the house his parents raised him in? George said.

Now is as good a time as any. I dont really want to go but I need to visit the rest of his past so I can go on with my own life.

They all left the hotel in Charleston and drove back to Mount Pomais, driving to the address Mrs. McCain gave them. As they approached the area, they saw several large homes and they all looked very expensive. Immaculate lawns everywhere as far as you could see and the backyards were tremendous; it looked like acres of property to every home.

Didnt Mrs. McCain mention his father was an attorney? That would explain how they could afford this kind of neighborhood. It would also explain Jimmys taste in everything; he picked it up from his father growing up. Greta inquired.

Yes, honey, it does. Her mom answered.

Still want to see the house, Gretel?

Yeah, I think I should, Dad. I need to see the rest of Jimmys past so I can close this chapter of my life, she answered.

Not yet you cant. Dont forget about Ireland. His parents both have houses out there. Even if the house in Northern Ireland isnt really his, you still need to settle the estate for Sara Murphy. George pulled her into his arms and held her.

Youre right, I do.

They pulled up to large dual swing gates were held by gray stone pillars. In the middle of the gate was a large W sitting on the gate. Beyond the gates were weeping Willows on either side of the driveway and an assortment of other tall trees on either side to shade the driveway going to the house.

Greta and George got out of the car. Maybe his father had servants. The house certainly is big enough for it. Greta thought out loud as she walked over to the mailbox. She found a small white envelope inside and pulled it out. Once she opened it, there was a note inside with two different keys and an electronic key.