" Thank you. How did you know my son?" I'm a private detective. Two weeks ago Luis came to my office andasked me to look into some real estate dealing... in town. He said he waswriting a paper for his journalism class and needed some information." Luis wanted to be a reporter. He loved journalism." Have the police uncovered any new information about the killing Mrs.Padilla?" No. But I don't believe what they think." What do you mean?" They think it's drug-related. But that can't be. Luis detested. She was a member of the new-age, up and coming power-women of the twenty-first century; the kind you read about in women's magazines. One look told you she knew exactly what she wanted out of life and was on her way to getting it.Was she gorgeous? Most men would say no, but she knew exactly how to bring out her best features and look attractive. From the way she did her hair, to her make-up, to her attire; it all created the image of a strong, confident, intelligent woman who was well on her. She satme down and soon she was doing my makeup and another had come up frombehind me and began to brush my hair. I really couldn't move my head asone was applying my makeup and the other had my hair in her hands. Itfelt like hours had passed when I heard Johnson voice again."And how are we feeling Miss Jones?" he asked me."I'm fine. Why was I presented like that?" I asked him."Ah well Miss Jones you represent a great deal of work into the drugs usedon you. You also represent the work of. "So, which game am I going to humiliate you in, first?"I laughed again, "You pick. That way it will be more humiliating when I stomp you."Both twins laughed, and I realized that even their laughter was the same. With either one, I thought it sounded almost musical.We spent the next few hours playing various games, and while I held my own well enough, sometimes the girls would team up on me, and then I stood no chance. Both of them were excellent gamers. I briefly wondered how rare it was to.