What Life Throws at You

"I take it that you see it another way, Shane?"

"Everything was too pat. There was no connection to Pascorelli family as far as we could see, but it was still suspicious."

"I think I remember it. Talk about a cold case. Maybe you're just tilting at windmills, Buddy."

"I don't know Ricky. We found the car but there wasn't a body to go with it. MC closed the case determining his body was thrown clear and was swallowed up by a rip tide. Dumont had no record, in fact he seemed to be clean as a whistle. No enemies whatsoever."

"What makes you think he's still alive?"

"Just a hunch, Ricky. Dumont and his sister Kelly lived 15 miles from where his car went in the drink. Rumor is that his boss Bobby Greco run off with 2.5 million that belonged to Pascorelli." He coughed. "Greco was found dead in a warehouse on 8th street. Lead poisoning!"

"Whew! Was the money ever recovered?"

"Funny thing. The guy looked like he had been tortured before he cashed in. My guess is that he didn't have the loot and it's still up for grabs."

"Maybe Dumont has it?" This was starting to show some promise.

"That could be the case, Ricky. That is if he didn't die in the drink. His sister Kelly would be the first stop if you are interested." He gave me her address and warned me to stay low on the radar. Never know who's still sniffing around.

Three hours later I was ringing Kelly Dumont's doorbell. When it opened I did a double take. Ms Dumont was probably the most beautiful Asian woman I have ever seen. She stood about 5 ft 7 inches and could probably go 135-150 gorgeous pounds. She was bustier than most women of the Asian persuasion I have met and had long blonde, streaked hair. Her blue, gray eyes danced under perfect eye makeup and she smiled when I stammered a greeting.

"M--Ms Dumont?" I can't remember the last time I was this rattled.

"Can I help you Mr.--?"