What I didn't know was that Nancy did know about Melissa. Bill had been telling everyone he knew that I was a peeping Tom and he was going to flatten ...my face if he could find me. Nancy had heard the rumor, which was the real reason she had come over to see me. Because Nancy was such a good friend, she felt obligated to tell me what she knew. At first I was embarrassed, but because Nancy and I knew each other so well, I gave in and told her the truth about the time Melissa and I had spent. He welcomed me and immediately put the kettle on to make coffee. Before I could bring up the reason for calling he quizzed me about the arrangements of the Dower House. His face fell quite a few inches as I told him what I had in mind. "You're doing it the wrong way round, Daniel. If you had talked me before launching yourself in this madcap caper I would had advised you to do it differently. However it's not too late to get it right. I would have advised you to list the house as your corporate. "Elle looked down at me, her arms folded, and appeared to be deep in thought."Look," I said plaintively, "I don't want to be a Wendy head, but so far I've been jerked from pillar to post, told nothing, and I still don't even have a clue who I am. And from the sound of it, I don't think you have a clue, either."She sighed and sank to the rolling stool opposite me. "Okay. Look, yesterday you were found, naked and unconscious, on an unused catwalk in one of the high bays of the Vertical. The chat was a bit stilted at first and Linda supplied me and Mick with a few beers from her parents drinks cabinet. After what seemed ages Dianne suggested that me and Mick had better go to the nearest off licence to top up her father’s beers and we duly obliged.On our way back from the off licence Mick declared that he was going to have Dianne and secretly I consoled myself that at least I could then try for Wendy.Once back I suddenly got an idea on how to start the ball rolling. As me and.