Chapter 36
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Proven House was a nice bed-and-breakfast in the historic town of Chatham. A remarkable example of Greek Revival—it said so in the pamphlet on the front desk—it had been built during the early decades of the 1800s, a time when whaling was a flourishing business on Cape Cod. It had never left the family of the original owners and had never needed to be restored because it had always been kept in excellent condition. Two stories, with a gabled roof and fireplaces, one in each of the five bedrooms on the second floor, it offered peace and quiet and individual baths as well as excellent meals.
I could have taken rooms at any of the large hotels on the Cape, but I wanted a place that no one would think Mark Vincent would be caught dead in. Proven House was perfect. I pulled into the small parking lot at the rear of the quaint white building, retrieved my duffel, and entered through the French doors.