."Did you see anything you wanted to borrow?" Shikomi asked with a slysmile."Oh, while me and my mother moved your stuff in?" I asked after a minuteof...confusion. "Well, it looked like you have a lot of cool music Ilike."Shikomi just smiled and sat down to eat.Shikomi and I went to school again together, but she told me she wouldbe getting a ride home from a friend so she could go shopping afterschool.She got dropped off by a friend of hers about 2 hours after I got home,she had some rather full. Bruce, no-relation, Hendricks came to my office after his secretary made an appointment. Tall, slender, hunched a bit, 74-years old. He gave me a small smile and a check for $3,500.Once my primary Nelson-Eamons lead, Dickie Axelrod, crashed and burned, suspect-wise, I returned my focus to another Nelson guy, Josh Emmonds. My old drinking buddy at The Treasury in San Francisco’s Financial District.I had explained the lay, so to speak, of the land to Vanessa. She smiled, a genuine smile and said,. A song started on the radio, ‘Far Away,’ by Nickelback. Unbidden, the tears started again. Just tears, fortunately. I felt my husband’s arms close around me, and he gently wiped my eyes. ‘I’m here with you, Hannah. I’m home,’ he whispered. Brad steered into the driveway and parked. He got Chris’s kit bag from the trunk while Jennifer and I escorted him into the house. As soon as he was settled on the sofa, Jennifer leaned over him and firmly kissed the top of his head. ‘I love you, Chris. Brad. She was hours away and he wasfeeling so down about being alone. And she was bringing up the same oldthing all over again, sex. He didn't like the topic of sex. It made him feel nervous inside justtalking about it. It was awkward discussing their sex life or lack of itand it was even worse to do it while his wife was on a speakerphone inher office. Frankie wondered what would have happened if someoneoverheard this conversation beside his wife. He would never live downthe humiliation.And it was.