As the two of them slowly walked down the path towards the garden gate, Heather turned to Steven, "I hope he's not going to be another one," she said....I doubt it," replied her partner, "he's too angry at the moment to commit suicide and by the time he's calmed down he'll have got used to the idea that his family has gone. I just wish there was an easier way to break the news though."Knock, knock.Ben turned his head away from the television just long enough to glance in the direction of the. Kimberly almost burst with pride when he opened the car's passenger door. No one had ever done that for her. She was all smiles as they drove through the bustling downtown streets.The car stopped in front of a fancy Italian restaurant and immediately Kimberly's door opened. She looked up at the young man waiting for her get out. When she did, Steve was already at her side, handing the man the valet car key. They entered the restaurant and were quickly seated in a horseshoe shaped booth in the. "He must have caught my look of panic, and Hank chuckled to himself. "Listen man, I may be no genius with the ladies myself, but I saw the way you stood behind her when it all started, when other folks would have stepped away. And I saw the look in your eyes when you took a run at him. It wasn't because he was insulting you that you got mad. They tried to twist the knife in her emotional wounds, and you were defending your friend. Don't worry... I think she'll understand." Fortunately, she was. "You must be Miss Howard," the innkeeper smiled."Does my American show through that much?" Olivia quipped."Not at all, my dear. Who else could you be on a rainy day like today? Actually, you are our last guest to make an appearance this evening and since I know the rest of these sots, I concluded in Sherlockian fashion that you must be our much anticipated Olivia Howard."Olivia smiled, "How astute of you, detective ah..." John Stevenson," the innkeeper sat the glass he was filling down and.