”She went into the kitchen and came back moments later with two tall glasses. “Lemonade sounded good. I hope that will work.”“That will be gre...t.”She asked, “What do you think of my condo?”“I like the colors. I believe the layout is similar to mine.”She nodded. She had taken a seat on the couch close to me. Her dress rode up showing an incredible expanse of leg. She was looking great. She even looked happy. She noticed me looking and smiled. “Steve, I am happy. I have had a good time with a. My daddy kind of went to pieces after that. He loved my momma a lot, but her dying ... that kind of changed him. He didn't play with me anymore ... he could barely look at me. I think it was because I looked so much like her. And then he started drinking ... I think it was just to make the pain go away. He never used to drink, and you'd think because of the way Momma died..." She broke off at that point, and buried her face in her hands for a minute as the tears came back, and her breathing. “Hi, Maria. What’s this place?”Maria ushered the two of them in. Troy took in the room. It was furnished, but the furniture didn’t seem to have ever been used. It looked old and hand-made, but nothing that could be called an antique.“Is old family secret,” Maria said. “But La Contessa say is ok to share with you. Come.”She led them down the stairs into an old cellar with a dirt floor. Set into one of the walls was an alcove for cooking fires. Maria touched a stone on the wall and the alcove. No one suspected foul play until the autopsy this morning. If it's any consolation, the CME's livid. He's threatening to fire the poor schmucks who collected the body and didn't notice that he was a gallon or so short and had a broken neck. Although in their defense, there's no sign of forced entry and no sign of a struggle. The whole place is meticulously neat. The guy had a bit of an OCD thing going, I think. Murder wouldn't have been my first guess, either." Any good news?" The guy's family.