8 Strawberry Bank Rd.

Suite 20

Nashua, New Hampshire

     I was looking at a tank of saltwater fish when she came in. “Sorry to be so mysterious,” she said when she joined me at the mini sea world. Just then the biggest fish in the tank shot from one end to the other bumping several others out of the way. “That’s a Blue-Girdled angelfish.”
     “That’s what I thought.” I didn’t want her to know I couldn’t tell a haddock from a cod. “But maybe we should get down to your problem.”
     “It’s so hard for me to talk about this,” she began and then tears welled up in her eyes. “My sister is dead. I think she was murdered.”
     “What about the police?” I asked. “There must be some evidence.”
     “They’re useless.” Tiny drops of spit flew from her mouth when she said this. “Sorry. I get so mad about everything, sometimes I could scream.”
     “Please don’t,” I said. “We don’t want to get the Angel fishy any more agitated than he already is.”
     This brought a tiny smile to her face. A very pretty smile.
     “You’re funny,” she said. Then she turned serious again. “Imey was riding her horse and fell off. I called her Imey and she called me Max. I don’t know what our parents were thinking when they named us. She was the best rider I’ve ever known and she knew how to fall off a horse without getting killed.” Tears started again and she took a handkerchief from her pocket and began daubing her eyes. A tall thin man with a comb-over hairdo came up to us.
     “Is everything all right here?” he asked.

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