Most of it's mundane, but it pays the bills.I was tucking into a plate of colcannon and sausage at McGinty's when my phone went off. It was Ram."Hey R...m, wuzzup?" "Got another one, Puss." "Another one what?" "A corpse with your business card." "Give me twenty minutes." "I'll be here."I pulled up next to Ram's sedan parked in front of a unit in a seedy No-Tell Motel out on the main highway. The door was open to room number seven so I breezed in.Ram met me and said "CSI's been here and gone.. "You'll do fine - I promise. You're anamazing young woman. I'm so proud of what you've accomplished, and Iknow that this is just the beginning of many great things you will getto do in your life." I can't do this, Dad!" I whined back. "I'm going to mess up, andeveryone will see." No, you won't," he replied. "I've watched you perform many times overthe last three weeks. You're a natural performer. Once you get outthere on the stage, you'll be fine. Trust me."I heard his words, but there was no. Larry wanders through Shibuya admiring the buildings looking for Jim.He finds a cute girl sitting on a curb looking sad. She's wearing atight red minidress with fishnet stockings and a leather jacket. Herhigh-heeled boots go up over her knees.Larry asks the poor girl if she's okay but she yells something at him inJapanese in response. Not sure what she's saying, Larry bows his headin apology and decides to leave her alone.As he's walking away, Larry hears the click of high heels behind. He was married to a killer, sort of. Oh, she'd killed the man right enough. But the man was an evil scumbag. The question was, did that make any difference? Yes, it did, he thought. He had no clue as to how the law would look at it though. He did know that, as a lawyer, Elsie would know. Why she hadn't turned her in was the mystery. Maybe she hadn't because it was her husband's wish for her not to."Why now?" asked Howard, looking at her as he drove."It was time. It's been eating me up," said.