The murder weapon was as described in this story. The case was never solved.Danny Flavian was going to die, and it was all his own fault. Not that he ...ctually accepted this fact, but just because someone doesn’t accept something doesn’t mean that it isn’t so.Danny Flavian was 36. He was from a very wealthy family, he had attended private schools and had attended one of the country’s top Ivy League universities. His entry had been eased, in part, by financial donations from his father.Many. Ann, could you please go get him?”She got up and went to the door but Abover moved in front to block it. Ahah. I nodded to Denise to start videoing.“Mr Wilbur, why are you trapping us in the room? Do you realize that keeping us here is a form of kidnaping or another kind of illegal restraint?”There was a loud outburst from the class.Wilbur shouted, “Quiet! This is not kidnaping! I intend to maintain order and Mr Abover is assisting.”“Exactly what kind of order, sir? I see no unruly. I closed my eyes trying to distract myself from what he was doing, then he suddenly let go. Opening my eyes, also shaking I quickly stood up trying to get past seth to go to the bathroom, “Hey hey hey where are you going?” Seth said grabbing my arm. “None of your business.” I shot back pulling my arm back but he tightened his grip. Pulling me in front of him.“Now is that anyway to talk to Daddy now?” He growled lowly but angrily. “Let go of me!” I said struggling to break free. His grip grew. ” Matt went to ask about my sex life, or lack of, with Sam during our marriage. As our marriage deteriorated and his drinking worsened, Sam could never get it up and he could certainly never satisfy me. Matt leaned over and gave me a reassuring hug and kiss, and told me how attractive I was, and that one day I would get married again and have children. I told him I was in no hurry to race into another relationship. Besides, I couldn’t get married for another two years when the divorce was.