#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. “Please wait here while I go speak to Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont,” the footman said curtly. Without waiting for Bob’s response, the footman turned on his heal and left the sitting room. Bob, unaccustomed to having to wait in the Beaumont household, awkwardly sat in an armchair beside the fire. He wished that he had brought Lisa with him now. Perhaps she could have sped up this process a bit, or even if not, she could have at least provided him with some conversation in the interim. In h