“Ahhhh,” Helen nodded. “And, Felicity got the call.”

“Pretty much. From what I understand, they went down the list and she…actually I…was the first one to answer the phone.”

“I see. Sorry to interrupt. Please, go on.”

“Not a problem. Anyway, I’m sure you’ve probably seen some of the news reports, so you’re aware that Wentworth’s body was found in a motel in a bit of a compromising situation?”

“Yes, of course. As I recall it had something to do with bondage, did it not?”

“Yeah. Apparently Wentworth was into the whole kidnap and torture game. No biggie in my book. I mean, whatever does it for you as long as it’s between consenting adults. Problem is, it looks like something went way south with the scenario because he was found with the back of his head sprayed all over the bathroom wall.”

Helen held up her hand, “Please…consider yourself free to spare me those sorts of details unless you really feel them to be important.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t realize you were squeamish.”

“Only about certain things, but that is all right. Continue.”

“Okay, well our first thought was that he had been purposely executed, but something didn’t feel right about the scene to either Felicity or me.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Helping Felicity.”

“Helping her, Rowan, or trying to protect her?”

I looked over the top of my glasses at Helen. “Does anything get past you?”

“Usually, no.”

“Okay, guilty. Either way, I was there and the whole scene just felt weird. You could actually sense the sexual arousal and such in the room, but that wasn’t what struck us. The bizarre thing was that there was no lingering sense of fear, like you would expect if the whole scenario had been a real kidnapping. Still, Ben didn’t rule it out because the whole thing could have been a setup. Plus, while he listens to me when I say I have a feeling, as we know, not everyone else does.