“HELLO?” “It’s Paul. We’ve been called to investigate a possible homicide over on Shady Glen Drive.” Mark whistled low. Shady Glen Drive was in a private, gated community where the super wealthy lived. Sooner or later death claimed everyone, from those with no home to those with dozens of them. If this was a possible homicide, though, then death might have had help this time. “It will take me a few minutes to get there.” “Sure, I’ll be waiting.” When Mark arrived at Shady Glen Drive, it wasn’t tough to figure out where to go. Half the street had been cordoned off, and his fellow officers were swarming like flies over every square inch of it. At the epicenter of the activity he finally found Paul, sitting on the sidewalk next to a gray-haired man wearing an Armani suit and shoes that cost more than Mark made in a year. The man was visibly upset from the look of his puffy eyes and swollen red nose to the tear stains on his shirt. Mark sat down on the sidewalk as well, quietly, waiting for Paul to clue him in to what had happened.
