’ ‘Right, note down his name if you can remember it?’ ‘What?’ ‘Just a joke. What was that you said about intellectual superior?’ Lindy s...miled graciously. ‘Then there’s my younger sister and younger brother.’ ‘Why would they be considered suspects?’ ‘In granddad’s will I succeed my father on his death as owner of the company. Dad has been diagnosed to have liver cancer.’ ‘Ah, motive. If you die who does the inheritance pass to?’ ‘My sister and then my brother if he survives her.’ ‘Then who do. Suddenly she started to cry, as if she woke up from a bad dream scared and confused. “What am I doing? I am so sorry Seven… I am sorry that I am so fucked up" “What? What do you mean fucked up? You’re not fucked up sweet sister....... Never will I believe that my twin sister is fucked up. Why would you say that, this is not like you?” Isabella sat down next to her brother and took his hands in hers and Seven could feel she was trembling. “Okay bro. Okay.. It’s about time I tell you this". ’ I said. ‘So Andy,’ she said, ‘the pictures turning out okay?’ ‘Yeah, Jenn, they’re great.’ I said. She started unzipping her skirt as I raised the viewfinder to my eye ready to take another shot, once again the world exploded as the strobes fired, I took a second to look at the shot, when I looked up from the camera screen I saw Jenn, inches away from me. ‘So, mr photographer, anything I could do that will improve my chances of getting in the magazine?’ I put the camera down on the table. On the left as you faced the house was the main living space. It consisted of two very large rooms; a kitchen and large dining area and separated by a low wall the living room and sitting area. To one side of the living room was a roll topped desk where the ranch business was taken care of.On the right were the sleeping quarters; five bedrooms joined to the living area with a covered breezeway. There was a big barn and a bunk house about a hundred feet to the west of the house. Dillon.