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recent footage. According to the coverage, the couple’s happiness had been short-lived. Two known infidelities on Frank’s part and a plethora of speculation had torn their marriage apart. The Walters’ divorce proceedings, which began two months ago, were as colorful as their marriage, and had been on-going headlines in celebrity magazines and gossip columns.
    This time they were featured on the steps of the courthouse leaving one of their many court proceedings. Frank wore a dark blue business suit with electric blue pin stripes. His youthful good looks were a thing of the past, but he was just as flamboyant and his smile was as charming.
    Katherine moved fast keeping ahead of Frank. She wore a form-fitting, two-toned business suit of black and gray. She held on to a string of white pearls which she rolled about between her fingers. Her lips were painted a deep shade of red and were sealed shut in an unyielding line. The light had long gone from her eyes and her aged face revealed the scars of a lifetime of battling an incorrigible womanizer.
    Frank, with the agility of a school boy and the merriment to match, ran down the steps toward Katherine. Although attired in business suits, their conversation looked anything but business like. He pulled her arm toward him, and she pushed it off. He then leaned in toward and whispered something in her ear. Her eyes became wide, face turned scarlet, and her mouth fell open. She turned toward Frank and slapped him hard across his left cheek. He ran his fingers over his face and stood with a triumphant smirk plastered across it. She screamed, “I’m gonna kill you, Frank Walters. You will burn in hell!”
    The TV zapped off.
    “That’s all, Tracy. They keep that clip on a loop,” said Millie. Then after a pause she added, “You see, my dear, Frank Walters was not the loveable sweetheart that everybody thought he was.”
    “Yes, that’s what I have been discovering all morning. A gambler and womanizer. The list goes on. I thought people are supposed to have only one major vice. Guess I was wrong.”
    “Nonsense, dear. A man or a woman for that matter can have many despicable habits. I know quite a lot who do. The trick here is to find out who hated Frank enough to kill him.”
    “Catalina also told me that she had found one of Katherine’s earrings in Frank’s room. Perhaps there is a link between Frank’s killing and the divorce. At least the media suspects so.”
    “The media sure knows how to spin a yarn, and they do it faster than you can say Columbo .”
    “The point is, they don’t always get it right,” I said.
    “That’s true, but it’s a start.”
    Then I took out my iPad and recounted what I had learned that morning from Catalina, Earl, and Joseph. When Millie heard about what happened between Frank and Bruno at the casino, she puckered her lips.
    “I told that boy no good will come from that place,” said Millie, holding her temples between her thumb and fingers. “I don’t know where this will end.” She sighed deeply. “Anyway, I spoke to the resort’s attorney, Colin Faraday, about getting a lawyer for Ryan. He told me that he couldn’t take on the case because there would be a conflict of interest.”
    I was disappointed that Millie didn't arrange the best lawyer she knew for Ryan, but I suppose that’s the way things worked in the business world.
    “Don’t worry, dear. Colin recommended a young lawyer who would take on the case, so that is all sorted out.”
    “Okay, thanks, Milllie,” I said in an even tone and hoped that it would be enough.
    The TV report refreshed my suspicions of Katherine as Frank’s killer. She also knew Ryan. After all, they had been coming to the resort for many years. Perhaps my initial suspicions had been right.
    “Tracy, did you hear me?”
    “What was that?”
    “I want this sorted out before it becomes a media circus. They have set up camp outside already,” said Millie.
    I nodded.
    “It’s time for