“This is my wife Tanya and our daughter Cassidy,” he said. Beth and I stood and shook the hands of the two women. The mother, Tanya Taylor, looked to be in her late forties or early fifties. She had blond shoulder-length hair and wore a white blouse and shorts with some kind of charm necklace around her neck. Her skin was dark—too dark for a natural tan. The daughter, Cassidy Taylor, looked to be in her midtwenties. She had a thin face, big eyes, long dark hair, and glasses that she seemed to be hiding behind. She wore a small orange T-shirt and white shorts. Her tan was also dark yet not as extreme as her mother’s. The mother and daughter took seats in the lounge chairs beside the couch while Doug Taylor rolled his office chair from behind his desk and brought it to his wife’s side and took a seat. “We we’re telling Mr. Taylor here that we would just like to get some more information on Kennedy’s personal life,” I said. “However we can help,” Mrs. Taylor said. The daughter, Cassidy, said nothing.
