Chapter 1

I was finally able to hang up the phone on Vincent Ronelly, my fence, when I told him I would meet him in an hour for coffee. He is a very chatty guy that will not, under any circumstances, let the conversation die. I didn't blame him this time though, because he was talking about something very important. When he first called that morning, I was still sound asleep, because I have a stay at home job as an artist. I had to get out of bed and pick up…