My sister’s new home was named Owl Park, a manor house surrounded by gardens and woods that were possibly full of owls. Dotted among the gracious old trees were a gazebo and a maze and a pond where swans floated during the summer months. Marjorie’s new husband was ever so nice, even with being a lord. James was the sort of person who liked having extra children come for Christmas.
Not the sort of the person who would invite a murderer on purpose.