Fred was a police detective for many years. A homicide detective who even other agencies knew about and asked his advice and assistance on many cases....After he retired, he made a lot of money from insurance companies recovering stolen property that no one else seemed to be able to recover. Valuable property, and he was paid a percentage of its worth. A detective has an edge when he instantly knows when someone isn't telling the truth. You've been one. I'm preaching to the choir."Jeff pushed his. After my parents moved to Bangalore on transfer, I shifted to a new flat with my elder brother who had to leave immediately to Gulf on an assignment. This brother of mine is a confirmed bachelor and with him gone I was all alone in the entire building as the new flat had no neighbors for some days until Amit and Pooja arrived on the scene. The recently married young couple (both around 27 years) happened to be my next-door neighbors and my solitude was broken because I now had some company.. Perhaps Fred Landry was hiding something from seven years ago. But what would that have to do with his daughterʼs death now? And what could elicit such violence?“Mr. Fred Landry?” she asked, standing at the door to the small seedy two room apartment.“Yeah, Iʼm Fred Landry. Who wants to know?” said the burly, unshaven man through the small crack in the door. Linda produced her badge.“Kiowa County Sheriff. Iʼm investigating your daughterʼs death.”“I donʼt know nothinʻ I ainʼt already told the. . or if they'd believe me if I did!"The-ah the guy she hired knew how you feel about men," I ventured. "Andhe-he hired me to 'do the leg work!" Okay," Janet said. "Now how do we contact him to check out your story?"She had me. There was no way I could alibi myself, and I knew if Ichanged my story now they'd never believe me."Let me talk to Ms Bentley," I tried. "She can vouch for me. It'd be -uh- too embarrassing to have to call Mr. Crayle, and he's out of thecountry on another case!" Hmmm,".