Ben Schwartz, the car cleaner, walked into the Sherrif’s office and handed in the key to Liz Fenner’s house. The junior officer called Mel Novak to the front desk, “Will you be able to attend the coroner’s inquest? as there is no body he just wants to establish, by witnesses, who exactly Liz Fenner was.”“Yes, sure,” said Ben. Being a law student, this would be of the utmost interest to him.“Mrs Fenner’s family, what there is of it, will be there, okay?” Mel said, “oh, and by the way, you’re the only one now that knows the gate entry code, what is it please?”“6969,” Ben replied, not knowing why Mel smiled.“Thanks Mr Schwartz, we’ll be in touch.” As he walked out Mel and the junior officer laughed loudly, “6969,” they almost shouted, “Hey, shut up,” Mel said, “ the poor lady is dead.”The InquestLiz Fenner’s sister Paula was present, but her only interest was the will that Liz may have left. She had flown in from Los Angeles after being informed by the NYPD which had taken a lot of trouble placing national newspaper ads.
