My best friend? Well fuck him!Work was a pain anymore. I hated my job, my nothing job. Well, maybe it wasn’t such a nothing job, just not any kind o... job that meant anything to my gold digger ex-wife. I wondered if they ever thought about me. Probably did. Likely felt sorry for me. That was why the two of them had tried to get me to be friends again I supposed. Friends with my own wife, ex-wife! Would’ve been a first. Maybe one for Guinness.At any rate drinking was good, very good. And Marie. I had one hundred $10,000 cash cards, a retainer from Simon after I pulled him and Angel out of Croatia. I’d discovered Dag had other things in the safe as well. There were letters he was holding for his cousin in Finland, for his almost daughter the Hollywood actress, and a list of his accounts in a Swiss Bank. There were also six $100,000 bearer bonds issued by a bank in Mexico City. I wish I knew how he got hold of those! Dag kept a handgun in the safe and I wondered if he’d ever carried it.. .. ," John smiled a bit and emitted a bitter laugh. "Maybe she'll agree when she decides to corral another sucker. When it's in her best interest, then she'll go ahead with the divorce. I really don't give a shit anymore."Holmes shrugged. "Okay, John. I'll let her know. We'll just hold all of the paperwork until... whenever, but do me a favor. When you feel up to it, give me a call, let's have dinner. It's been ages since we got together... ," he paused, his voice fading.John immediately rose. A minute later, Miss Kasumi was checking me out while the other lady was prying open the front door on the SUV." She have a crowbar or something?" No," I responded. "Karen's a body builder. Very strong."Not sure the policeman believed me, but hey, the doors were open."Could you spell your name?"I left them to their interview and fetched a cup of hot coffee for Officer Linus.On the way back down to the road, Officer Linus asked, "So how many people do you have living in your house?" Right now?.