The Home of the Inquisitor — Maxine Reynolds

HOUSE OF HATRED, HOUSE OF EVIL

Amid the gay mariachi bands and the warmth-giving Mexican sun stood darkness…Amid the charming, lively artists' and writers' colony stood death…

Had the despair of souls lost in the terrible inquisition penetrated the very stones and marrow of the house? She only knew that her neighbors shunned it and her brother had died there under clouded circumstances. And now it was hers…