"He's dead." Bigfoot's wife Amy.
"Dead? Tell me what happened."
"This morning, around three o'clock, I wake up. Hari's not in bed, he's nowhere in the apartment. I go downstairs to the workshop behind the store." Harry and Amy have a little antique shop on Bainbridge Street in South Philly. "I can't believe my eyes. Hari's lying on the floor, dead. I called 911."
"And?"
"I thought that he had a heart attack or something. The paramedics and police arrived. They talk in a corner; I can't hear anything. Next thing I know, they drag me down to the Round House. Put me in one of those rooms like you see on TV; you know, for interrogation.
"Turns out that Hari was strangled. Picker, somebody murdered my Hari. I got home five minutes ago. I don't know what to do. Will you help me?"
"I'm on my way."
Ball one
"Tell me what happened."
Penelope Kelly Anne Lane is my long time girlfriend. Going on seven years. We're not engaged or married. Point in fact, we don't live together. She has a loft in town; on the river. My domicile is a carriage house on a twenty acre estate in the burbs. With all that said, Kelly is the woman to whom I am committed.
"I drove straight to Amy's after she called."
Kelly is relatively tall. Five eight or nine. She has long red hair and freckles splatter her nose and cheeks. Quite beautiful, really. Don't know why she stays with me. Perhaps it's my rugged good looks. Light brown hair; brown eyes; lanky build; my great posture? Who the hell knows? Oh, by the way, whatever you do, do not call her Penny Lane. She prefers Kelly.
I continued, "Two days ago Hari did a cleanout in Chestnut Hill. From what Amy said, it was the dregs of an estate. The entire house was empty except for the kitchen, pantry, basement and an extra large garage. Hari told Amy that even the left over’s were worth about ten g's, possibly more."