“Red, if you have,” he politely replied.As it so happened, I was having a glass of red and had an open bottle, “I hope you like this wine,” I ...roffered as I pour a glass for him.“Thanks,” he consciously replied after taking a sip, “It’s good… Grazie.”“Patrick, I have something to tell you, but I don’t know where to start,” he earnestly uttered.“Why don’t you start at the beginning,” I joked, uncomfortably picking up on his anguish.“Was your father’s name Lionel?”“Yeah,” I replied, now totally. As I watched it roll across the screen I almost missed the guy climbing the stairs, heading in my direction. But once my eyes settled on his lanky frame, I began tallying all the important details.Height? About 6-foot 2. Weight? Maybe 170. Hair? Hard to tell; maybe blonde. It was cut so short it could have been any color. Race? Definitely pasty white. From the look of him I calculated Midwest, maybe Ohio strip shopping center Barnes & Noble clerk. Clothes? A polo-style shirt and khaki cargo. )Misao: Eiji!!Eiji: Die, Senkaku!!Misao: Wait, it's already over--(Saitou catches the sword blade with one hand, then yanks Eiji back by the shirt collar with the other, throwing him against the wall.)Saitou: You can't just kill him. I have a mountain of questions for him to answer.Eiji: He's my enemy! Get out of my way!Saitou: Idiot. Revenge killing was outlawed in 1873. Don't give me any more work to do. Besides, in addition to torture in the investigation, he'll undoubtably get the death. Across from that, there was a big king sized bed. Above the bed was a big western style swag lamp. On the side of the room that didn’t seem used much, there was a big vanity and a walk-in closet that connected to a large master bath with a big bathtub and full shower. There was no doubt all this was designed by a woman, for a woman. It wasn’t just a house. It was a showcase. It was made to make an impression to whatever big business would come to the house. Lacey gasped softly, glancing to.