With a trembling hand she picked up the only piece of paper among the scattered pictures. A note: Meet me at The Lion and Pheasant, on Riverdale Lane ...at 9 o'clock. Ask for Room 4. If you want your secret to remain a secret, don't be late, I won't wait. COME ALONE. No name, nothing.Riverdale Lane, a sleazy side of town, and a place she knew only by reputation. Her stomach knotted into a ball of fear. Next came the outrage. At first she was angry that anybody could do such a thing. Her anger. Our two-story townhouse was in a big building with eight other townhouse apartments, and this building was part of a complex that had 30 or so other similar buildings, several playgrounds, an office building with attached laundry facilities, etc.This was a time when the open-marriage concept was popular, and there were other couples that we socialized with and played with sometimes. More about that another time.She and I both liked to drink beer and wine and we loved to smoke pot. We found that. As well as pretty, she was and is a very intelligent and educated woman. I couldn’t imagine what had made her do such an unwise thing.She was paying a high price for her decision. Her kids were pretty much the same ages as ours but didn’t like going home to see their Mum when her boyfriend was there. He was only a few years older than her children after all and was in many ways less mature. This meant they stayed away most of the time.Although her young lover still had a flat, he mostly lived. Eddie Smith’s sister Cheyenne Powelll eddie aunt. stick an early friend of Eddie Smith, Stick was almost sickly looking thin. Graham Williams Ester’s new husband.Eddie’s Aunt was called Cheyenne Powell and Tracy even had an address for her. Her subsidized apartment was about ten blocks from the house where Eddie grew up. I drove over and found the two hundred pound Cheyenne sitting on her porch. Since I didn’t want to disturb her uselessly, I spoke to her while standing in the dirt yard.“Miss.