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enough power to show still photos of property and let people do a search?”
    “Well yes, but you like to have virtual tours as well,” Ben said with a smug smirk plastered on his face.
    “Does it have enough power for that?” Mitzy asked after a pause. Virtual tours were good selling features.
    Ben paused too. “Yes, but still,” he said, “You would regret limiting yourself to this system after a very short while.”
    Mitzy looked at the platter. The calm, misty mountain and the placid lake. “What about just using it as a back up server? Could we run a limited function site from this server to keep our business running? Could we have this server and our own cloud whatever thingy?”
    Ben let out a low whistle, but had a happy glint in his eye, “Yes, but it would take creating two versions of your site. We could do it and it would be fantastic.”
    Mitzy rocked back on her heels and pressed her palms against her thighs. This was one more thing she had done wrong in a spectacular two days of failure. “Fine. Just do whatever. But talk to Jenny about us soon. I think you are being a child.”
    “My wife doesn’t want me working with you Mitzy. And that dead woman on your back deck won’t make things any better.”
    Mitzy sucked in her breath and stood up. She picked her cell off her desk and checked her messages while Ben waited. Nothing from Carmella. She looked up at Ben who stood with his arms crossed on his chest, looking down at the used computer equipment.
    She wanted to make him wait. She sent a text to the officer in charge of the investigation and hoped he would get back to her. She had a knot the size of a fist in her stomach and no amount of computer talk would make it go away. She needed to get some closure on the murder. Was it really Lara Capet? What had happened to her?
    “Ahem.”
    “Yes?” Mitzy looked up from her phone.
    “The cops aren’t going to text you about their investigation.”
    She set the phone back on the desk. “They might,” she said.
    “Just call Backman. She’ll take care of you.”
    “I’ve tried that. But her assistant just took a message and Backman didn’t call back.”
    “Have you thought about going down to the FBI headquarters?” Ben asked.
    Of course, she had thought of that. She smoothed her hand down the knee of her black linen slacks. She should go right now. Her chest squeezed tight as a little shot of panic sped up her spine. She could go right now; however, the FBI headquarters in downtown Portland , Oregon were not the friendliest place to visit.
    The FBI had not welcomed her with open arms in the past. She had gone anyway because the problem with the inn had been too big for her to handle alone.
    If she thought that problem had been big, it had nothing on murder. Still, she hesitated. If Backman wasn’t going to take her calls, she probably was not going to be excited about an uninvited visit either. Mitzy tapped her lavender fingernail on the screen of her phone. She’d have to go about this sideways.
    Ben looked at his watch. He raised an eyebrow at Mitzy.
    Mitzy picked her phone up and dialed the number to the inn. She held up her pointer finger to indicate Ben had to wait. She wasn’t ready to be alone in the office yet.
    Ben knelt down beside the computer equipment and began to piece it together.
    “Buongiorno, The Miramontes, this is Carmella speaking, how can I help you?” Mitzy could hear the smile in Carmella’s voice.
    “Hey, it’s me. I need your help.”
    “Whatever you need.”
    “Can you call the number you have for the FBI, the one you have to use to report any unusual activity at the inn?” Mitzy asked.
    “Well…” Carmella stretched the word out, “Did something unusual happen at the inn last night?” she finally asked.
    “Okay, this might be a stretch, but hear me out. It is unusual for me to take a room at the inn, right? But I had to last night because of a murder at the condo. Could you call them and report it?