Caitlin pulled into the church parking lot and gave her alias to a gray haired man standing at the entrance to the church parking lot. He directed her toward another man who directed her behind another car for the funeral procession. Caitlin grabbed her purse from the passenger seat and followed another couple into the church.
The church's inside looked much bigger than it was outside. The pews were a dark walnut that matched the church walls. Stained glass windows showered the church in a bevy of colors, making the funeral seem colorful in its morbidity.
Caitlin took a seat in the center pew and waited for the procession of black clad people to clear from the casket before she made her debut. She needed "Angela's" entrance back into society to be a singled-out event. It took only a moment for the group of people to clear away from the casket and Caitlin took her place.
As she walked up the aisle, Caitlin took a tissue from her purse and dabbed at her nose and eyes as if she had been crying. True, she knew Hollis Dunstan, but not well enough to cry over his dead body.
The man and woman to the right side of the casket were Kyra and Keith Dunstan, according to the pictures Michael had supplied to her. Caitlin stood at the casket looking at Hollis Dunstan and she dabbed at her nose.
"Are you all right, miss?" Keith Dunstan asked as he stepped up to her.
Caitlin turned toward him. "I can't believe Hollis is gone." She extended the hand without the tissue. "I'm Angela Wolfe. I met your grandfather only briefly."
His eyes widened. "My grandfather spoke of you. He wanted to locate you after Henri went to prison, but he became too ill to go through with his plans. For one meeting, Miss Wolfe, you made a lasting impression on my grandfather. Let me introduce you to my sister."
Introductions went as normal and Caitlin resumed her seat in the center pew for the funeral. The minister spoke of Hollis with endearing terms as if they were as familiar to each other as father and son.
After the service, Caitlin followed the line of mourners out of the church and into the parking lot where they entered their cars and joined the procession.
Caitlin followed a fellow mourner to the home of Hollis Dunstan where everyone gathered to eat the food and talk with people they hadn't seen since the last funeral they both attended.
Caitlin was immediately transported back to the time when she was Angela Wolfe.
Henri walked beside her with her arm tightly against his side as if he were afraid she was going to fall over. Actually, she wasn't sure she wouldn't fall over. There was nothing familiar about anything and yet Henri told her everything would come back to her in time.
"Welcome to your home," Henri had said in a very sweet tone as he squeezed her hand.
There were two people standing inside the living room. Henri introduced them as his right hand man, Rupert, who would get her anything she needed at her only mention.
The man next to him was in a black suit. His matching hat was at his side. "This is Kelby, my chauffeur. Anytime, he's not driving me around, he is at your disposal. The only thing I ask, Angela, is that you wait before you go out exploring. The doctor said you needed time before you resumed your normal activities."
"I don't remember my normal activities," Angela laughed, which immediately hurt her head. "I think I'll go lie down." She put her hand to her head and felt the bandage that still covered an ugly, aching scar; a scar that would be hidden by her hair once the bandage was removed.
"Angela, are you all right?"
The question brought her back to the present where Keith Dunstan was staring at her in concern. "Are you all right?" He asked again.
"Yes," She answered. "I know it sounds inappropriate, but I was thinking about demons."
"Henri Duveaux?" Keith asked, as he handed her a china cup of tea.
Caitlin didn't answer the question. She had been thinking of Henri a lot in the past few weeks. Months ago she thanked him for saving her life and giving her a home; weeks ago, she hated him for the man he had revealed himself to be.
"Are you staying close by?" Keith asked as they walked through the living room past mourners until they came to a quiet place in the corner where they sat down.
"I have a hotel room in town," She offered the information. "What happens to all of this now, Keith?"
Keith looked around at the house she was speaking of and Caitlin took in the sight of him. He had dark hair parted on the right side and combed perfectly behind his ear. His suit was pressed to perfection and there was a slight hint of his grandfather in his green eyes and face shape.
"My brother and I are sole heirs of my grandfather's home and business." Kyra stood above them, much taller to the two of them who were sitting down. Caitlin stood out of respect and Keith joined her.
Kyra had long, red hair darker than hers and swept over her left shoulder giving her face a softer touch. She shared her brother's green eyes. Caitlin could tell her sleeveless black dress was designer, but wasn't sure which designer.
"Does Hollis have many business holdings?" Caitlin asked.
"My grandfather had his hands in many cookie jars," Keith said, with a grin on his face. "My sister and I have been sitting at grandfather's feet since we were children watching and learning from him."
Caitlin noticed people leaving the house and decided now would be a good time to leave. Besides, she wanted to get some rest.
"I should go." She set her cup of tea down. "It was nice meeting you both. My condolence again on your grandfather's passing."
Caitlin took her leave and as she neared her vehicle, Keith came up beside her. Caitlin jumped.
"I'm sorry," He apologized, putting his hand on her shoulder. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I was coming after you to invite you to dinner tonight. My sister and I would enjoy the company."
"What time?" Caitlin asked.
"Seven-thirty." Keith said.
Caitlin nodded her answer and let Keith open the door for her. She turned onto the main road and headed to her hotel. She needed to call Michael with the information she had and then get ready for dinner that night.