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to be found.
    Later in the day, Liz and Kyra met with the funeral director to schedule the viewing and make arrangements for the burial. While they spent the rest of their afternoon calling relatives to inform them of the services, neighbors began showing up, just as Kyra had known they would, each with food in hand. By the end of the day, they had more food than they knew what to do with. Neither Liz nor Kyra were big eaters, and considering the circumstances, they were eating even less than usual.
    In the South, there seemed to be an unwritten rule that when someone died, food of any kind would lighten the load on the family in mourning. As nice as the gesture was, it was beginning to drive them both crazy. A large portion of the food would spoil before they ever found a place in the refrigerator for it. Offering up comfort food wasn’t such a bad thing… unless it wasn’t your type of comfort food.
    The funeral would be held in two days and they really didn’t have anything to do but sit and wait. Kyra still couldn’t shake the feeling that nothing was being done to solve her dad’s murder. No matter what, she would do what she had to in order to make sure the person responsible paid for their crime. Without thinking, she headed for the phonebook, turning to the yellow pages section for private investigators.
    There were half a dozen basic listings that didn’t offer more than a business name and number. Those types of listings never appealed to Kyra, purely because of a lack of information. She continued to inspect the larger listings, coming across several possibilities. She picked up her phone and called the first one, which was located in the next town – no answer. Not wanting to give up, she decided to call the Southern Gentlemen’s Detective Agency, located just on the edge of town.
    When she lived in Sizzle, there hadn’t been a need for such a business, but she was thankful it was available now. She dialed the number and waited for an answer. She asked the man that answered about their business hours and fees of service. After hanging up, Kyra decided to throw caution to the wind and drive over to the detective agency and see what they could do to help her.
    The drive across town was refreshing, doing wonders for her nerves. She let the memories flow as she took in the sights: The old library where she spent most of her time, Max’s Market, the only grocery store in town, the park in the center of the square, with a large white gazebo standing tall in the center. There were so many memories. She shook her head and drove on, too busy with her plan to get lost in the past.
    The Southern Gentlemen’s Detective Agency was just ahead. She gave the turn signal a quick flick and maneuvered into the parking lot, parking next to a black and chrome Harley Davidson motorcycle parked near the entrance. The building was newer than the ones that surrounded it. A bright neon green ‘Open’ sign flashed in the window. It still seemed odd that Sizzle would need such a business, but at least the town was growing. Regardless, she was happy that it was here.
    Taking a deep breath, she mumbled, “Give me strength. I don’t have a clue what the heck I’m doing. They will probably think I’m a crazy misguided young woman.”
    Deciding to be brave for once, she snatched her purse from the passenger seat, took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure she was presentable, and exited the car. She reminded herself that she was just here to get information and didn’t have to hire these Southern Gentlemen today, hoping their prices would be within her meager budget if she did decide to hire them. She gripped the door handle and pulled, the cool air whispering across her skin as she stepped into the well-maintained office.
    A man with dark brown hair and cool blue eyes worked busily on a computer while talking to someone on the phone. His deep, rich, southern accent was comforting, easing her nerves as she waited patiently.