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They said I beat up my tenant and killed her boyfriend. Me, Marcos
Landrostassis! I would never do that!” He became agitated again. “I would not
do that! I am a proud family man!”
    “And I want to help you,” I said, amazed
at how quickly he could lose focus. I spoke to him slowly and gently, as I
would to a toddler. “Let me look through more of the paperwork and let’s set up
a time to talk tomorrow.”
    “Yes, yes, of course. We will talk
tomorrow,” said Marcos. “Can I call you at three o’clock day after tomorrow?”
    “Perfect. Thanks for your time.” I gave
him the rest of my contact information, and he gave me the website where he had
stored the files I needed.
    “Thank you so much! When you hear my
whole story, you will know I am innocent.”
    With that, he hung up the phone. I shook
my head. Where on earth did Harry come up with these people?

Chapter
4
    W ITH HARRY’S ADVANCE, I
BOUGHT the most basic
laptop possible.
    Once I got the laptop home, I had just
enough time to prepare for my initial interview with Marcos. I downloaded and
read some of the files from Marcos’ website. The gaps in his timeline struck me
as very odd. Whole pockets of time, years even, were missing from these files.
If I had to rely on pure instinct, it felt like the omissions were strategic.
The names Tina Delvecchio and Ray Harris kept appearing again and again.
    Despite the weird feelings I had about
the project, I still found myself temporarily moving up to Door County. My
Grandfather and Aunt Helen had a special dinner for me, with a few of my
friends from college and work. We met at Giovanni’s for pizza and beer. Since I
was leaving so quickly, the party was hastily put together, which suited me
just fine. I really didn’t relish being the center of attention.
    Although, the suddenness of my trip
shocked many of my friends, they all agreed that I needed a change. They had
all kind of moved on with their lives… they had spouses, kids, homes, while I
seemed to be stagnating. I didn’t even have a goldfish. I hadn’t realized it so
much as when I ditched my job at CritiCentric and made my plans to move up to
Door County for the fall.
    Thus, only two days after walking out of
my job, I found myself driving up the interstate to Egg Harbor, Door County. I
had found a cute place to stay, the Lighthouse Inn, and was hoping I could stay
there all winter. I wasn’t sure how accommodations would work, but I figured
with so much unknown at this point, what’s one more unknown thing, right?
    When I arrived in Door County, I felt a
freedom I hadn’t known in a long time. It was weird—I was so far from my
hometown, but I felt like I had come home for the first time. Fortunately,
since it was the middle of October, the leaves had just hit their peak up there.
The trees exploded in color and made it hard for me to keep my eyes on the
road. Vibrant reds, yellows, and oranges greeted me as I zipped down the road.
    As I drove into Egg Harbor, a quaint
church and cemetery greeted me. They crested a hill. Driving down the rather
steep hill made me feel like I’d end up in Green Bay (the actual bay, not the
city). But the road ended right at my destination: The Lighthouse Inn.
    If you weren’t careful, you could hit
the charming little inn. As the road slopes into the quaint village, the inn’s
property juts into the intersection. Oh, and if you missed that, there’s a big
picture of a sea captain with “Lighthouse Inn” sign on the side of the
building. I figured out where to park and went to the reservation desk. At
least I thought it was the reservation desk. After ten minutes of waiting, I
thought that maybe I should try the adjacent room, which looked like the bar.
Grabbing my stuff, I trudged over to the bar.
    By that point, all I wanted was a big,
juicy burger and a cold beer. Since the Lighthouse also boasted a microbrewery
on its premises, I figured I’d be a bit adventurous and have a local brew.
    As I