I got to the main house and there was Susan Peterson sitting out on the porch. I climbed out of my car and went over to the porch."I heard a rumour yo...u were in town, trouble in paradise?" I could say the same to you Susan and no I'm just here to help my dad close up his business"Susan didn't look real good. She looked pale and nervous. She offered me a drink and I accepted. a nice cold beer was just the ticket. Susan asked me what I was doing there."Susan I'll get straight to the point, is Doug. If for some reason the rent equals the amount of what we paid you, you only have to pay the real estate tax and insurance. Essentially a reverse mortgage. And if you die, the same thing happens and we pay the compromise between the highest two to your estate. Once again, we are not trying to take money from you. We simply need to safeguard our interests and try to not lose money.” Wow, I had no idea!“Rest assured, if we were to ever take possession the property, the intent is to put it on hold. The restaurant boasted of serving dishes that were contemporary with the founding of the country.Nursing a small Gin and Tonic, very light on the Gin, Alan Barton was seated in a corner table with his back to the wall at the Gadsby’s Tavern waiting for Peter Moore to arrive. He wasn’t worried about recognizing the man. His time spent on the Internet provided everything there was to know about the person named Peter Moore, currently a student at the University of Pennsylvania. That was the easy. “Oh, hey, hi.” The warehouse was small and it was easy to overhear. “I was in yesterday. I had, uh, the other girl look over these coins.”“Oh, yes, of course.” Val said and Frieda could hear her stepmother wasn’t smiling. Frieda would’ve dropped the box in her hands and rushed to the front. She managed to get it up on the shelf first. Christ, she had to hurry though. She had been way wrong about those coins. She’d called her dad after the guy had left. He, the customer, needed more info. “And.