"That is each. They moved to the country to find that proverbial small pond. That is a hell of a lot of money in the mountains, but not so much in New...York or Miami." That makes sense. But then it is a good place to retire from a criminal enterprise as well," I added."Like I said, just wait and see," she suggested."Not much else I can do," I replied. "Well I guess I will head home. You want to leave first or shall I?" I guess you should, since you have been here the longest," she said.Before I. My only other lead was Liza Minnelli, Garland's daughter, but she appears on Netflix so my membership alone keeps her rolling in the dough. That exhausted my leads. Walking further south on the yellow bricks, we passed a table full of Shake Shack French fries and Watson now switched accents."Sacre bleu!" she exclaimed, now wearing a funky raspberry beret like something she picked up at a Prince estate sale. Undeterred, from the corner of my private eye, I spotted something lying in a crack. Without a doubt, she was the homeliest girl that Mark had ever seen.When he arrived home that evening, he found a letter in the post showing that it had come from Sandy Mason's area. The letter inside, handwritten on stationery matching the envelope, was from Sandy.Dear Mark, Please accept my apology for my inappropriate behavior during you last visit. Questioning you as I did was so very wrong, I know. I had no right to do that. I was being a little girl with a dream that I really was. Reggie swam up behind Cindy and whispered loudly to her. Lies! A ploy to win your trust. All men are evillllllllll! I dont know, Cindy started. He might be my exception. A part of me wanted to accept that as proof of mutual attraction, but I thought she might be just trying to play on the joke she had made the first time we had talked. No! You must stay away! cried Reggie dramatically. Cindy grinned. Well now Im definitely not, and she pushed away from Reggie and glided towards me. My lady!.