So you had a party. It was some sort of kink-fest apparently, and for some reason you feel that you need my services this morning. I think I got the basics, now what the hell happened?" "We found a DEAD BODY!" screeched the blond, nearly making Friday jump out of her swivel chair. The statement hung in the air, the silence broken only by the strains of Seal's Istanbul Is Not Constantinople playing in the background, the smoke from my Havana filling the air. A dead body. This just got interesting - - and expensive if this pair has any Lindens to cover my daily rate, plus expenses.