.” I read the name from the small plate on his uniform, “Wilson. How may I help you?”“You’re aware of the murder that your wife was a witnes...s too?”“Of course. I was standing no more than eight feet away from her when it happened.”“May I ask what you saw?”“I saw my wife and her lover come out of their hotel room and after I greeted them, his head exploded.”“Do you know how?”“Officer Wilson, I don’t own a gun, I didn’t hire anyone to shoot Brian Howland, and I never even stepped towards them. It. His mistress was his model, but no one would suggest that his paintings 'looked' like her." You've told me about Picasso," Rita said. She was pulling her clothes on angrily—not just the robe she usually slipped into, but dressing to leave. "Where's that book?" I assumed she meant my book of Picasso. I retrieved it and she dragged me over to sit and look at the book. My style was nothing like Picasso, but I'd always admired his work. She began turning the pages, focusing on the paintings of his. I asked Linda and Virginia to please check on all insurance for the ranch, house, employees and family. I also suggested that we seeing about if there were any benefits with registering all the vehicles as belonging to the corporation. Next I suggested that Brenda have Jose pick out three steers for our personal consumption. Please mention to Jose that we will be giving him and the hired hand a side of beef each.The rest of the evening was spent having fun and with our own special kind of mind. “Dawn,” The young warrior repeated softly. “A new day.” A sad, sweet exuberance filled him. ‘I did it, ‘ he thought, quiet but happy, without real pride. ‘The night is over at last.’“I must say I’m impressed,” Eigis remarked, coming forward. “Most give in to despair long before this.” He paused, an odd expression crossing his face as he suddenly realized something. “What is your name, warrior?”“What?” The young man was also surprised by the question. “Oh. I am Hiryu. Death Eyes is my family.