Where do your beliefs lie? The Diamond Hill Haunt takes you into a paranormal investigation. Follow along as we investigate the murder of a family. As the leads that turn and twist the case in many directions. At an eerie old abandoned mansion, far from the city, a series of events unfold. With more questions than answer the team turns to a face an encounter that chills the blood! When a wall collapses revealing a hidden secret from the past, that leads to more individuals losing their lives. The police are at a complete loss for leads. The Investigators search for clues at the old mansion during a violent electrical storm as the evidence mounts at something sinister in this paranormal murder mystery with a touch of romance.
Stephen Charles Long has dedicated his energy to creativity. The arts as a whole burn with a passion in his music, poetry and writing. The mysteries of life and the mystic effect in his life. Painting, Photography and even sculpting have caught his attention. From the art studio to the recording studio, Stephen knows his way around and indulges his creative will with full strength. Stephen tries to stretch the boundaries of imagination. It is in these endeavors that his joy of life is expressed and celebrated in all forms of art. Whether through his poetry, Mystic Trilogy Series, his Mystic Music CD, or his stained- glass windows, you will find passion. In the heart of this passion a Novel was born, The Diamond Hill Haunt. As with all his writing, this work plays before your eyes. You find yourself living this paranormal mystery within the pages.
Cover design by Stephen Charles Long
Chapter One
It’s the day before a holiday and it’s been my busiest day of the week. The phone has not stopped ringing and there are two people in the outer office waiting to see me. Tomorrow is July fourth and my team and I are more than ready to take some time off. My secretary, Renee, broke away to grab some lunch and that left me to handle things. My desk looks as much of a mess as I feel.
I got up and gestured for them to come in. I shook their hands and then I introduced myself,
“I’m Nathanial Dayton, nice to meet you and you are?” They introduced themselves as Reginald Walker and Ben Graves. “Please, have a seat,” I said. I went around and sat down in my big leather desk chair. They took the two chairs in front of my desk instead of the sofa against the wall. Walker was a tall lanky guy with thinning hair and a prominent Adam’s apple. When I first saw him, I immediately thought of Ichabod Crane. Graves on the other hand was an average size guy with thick gray hair and unusually dark blue eyes. He had dark rings around his eyes that made him look like he hadn’t slept in weeks. "Yes?"
“We need your help,” Graves said.
“Can you be more specific?” I picked up my pen and got my note pad out of my right top drawer.
Walker was the one to speak up, “Mr. Dayton, we are a restoration team working on an estate that has become difficult to deal with. We have six months to complete the project and we are one month into this with little accomplished; now, we are forced to bring the whole project to a halt.” “What’s brought it to a standstill?” I asked.
There was a quick glance between the two men that aroused my curiosity, “Gentlemen, what is this really about?”
Walker cleared his throat, “We have chosen your services due to your reputation to get the job done without being, let’s say, conspicuous. We need this to be addressed and brought to a conclusion with dispatch.”
“I see,” I said, putting down my pen. “Gentlemen this conversation is pointless because my teams are scattered across the country and I am more than a little busy.”
“Mr. Dayton,” said Walker, “we understand that you are very busy; so, we are prepared to issue you a check with four figures if you can complete your work within a six week period.” “I can’t guarantee anything without knowing the nature of the problem. Besides, with tomorrow a holiday my team will be difficult to locate.” Graves opened his briefcase, withdrew a file and held it between us. I took it from him and laid it on my desk without opening it.
“Do you remember the case you worked on last year, the Stockholm case?” “A haunting, that’s what this is all about… ghosts? Gentlemen please, my time is valuable. You need a ghost hunter, not a private detective.”
“Mr. Dayton, your success with the Stockholm case is why we came to you. Sir we have two dead painters,” Graves said, looking solemn and I could tell the man was stressed.
“You have something to show me,” I said glancing at the file in front of me. It was more of a statement than a question.
“Yes we do, would you examine that file of the old Diamond manor house? We sent our painters in two weeks ago and for a week, there was no problem; but while they were painting a brick wall, it collapsed almost on top of one of the painters. It turned out to be a torture chamber with three bodies inside. The police kept the scene closed for four days. After that, we sent the painters back in, but when they failed to come home that night, their wives contacted the police. When the police went in to investigate, they found the painters dead.” “What was the cause of death?” I asked Graves. “The medical examiner could not determine the cause of death, except they were dismembered and their body parts were scattered throughout the house. They found a leg in the dining room and their heads on the balcony. Other body parts hung over the banister. It was a sickening gruesome and bloody sight. The stench of death made me vomit. The estate has three floors and now because of the newly discovered chamber…… thirteen rooms.”
“Thirteen?” I asked. Walker was sweating and shaky.
“Can I get you a glass of water?” “Thanks but no, I’m fine, man this would shake up anyone… don’t you agree?”
Graves turned to look at me and said, “One of the painters was his brother-in-law.” “I see, I am sorry to hear that. Can you tell me what connects this to the Stockholm case?” I asked. “The police couldn’t find anything, just like before and there was no trace of evidence that anyone had been there. It had rained that morning so the grounds were still wet, but there were no footprints,” said Walker
Graves added, “The police have nothing to go on, no leads at all.” “Is that all you have?” Walker reached into his briefcase and said, “We have this.” He handed me a DVD.
“What is this?” I asked. Graves sat down on the couch, “We checked the local records on the place, the man who had owned the mansion was a Satanist. His name was Vincent Drummond, but everyone called him Diamond. You must understand, it is not as important as what is on that DVD. You see, Walker here, cared enough about his brother-in–law to prompt us to go back on our own with a video camera. We arrived on the property late in the evening and then like a couple of fools, we did a walk through.”
Graves looked at me and said, “You couldn’t pay me enough to go back to that wretched, evil, place again.”
From my experience with the paranormal, I had a good idea about what could scare two grown men this way. The Stockholm case was like this. I looked at the men and I was about to decline the job; however, I could see desperation in their faces. “Gentlemen, I will make no promises, give me time to review the DVD. If you leave me a number, I’ll do it tonight and call you in the morning with my answer if that is acceptable?” Walker was the first one up, “If you accept the case, I would like to join the investigation.”
“Mr. Walker your offer demonstrates honorable intentions, however if that is a stipulation, I will decline the job right now. In this work, I will not have time to take care of a client.” Graves spoke up immediately, “It is not a stipulation that my friend here is involved and in the morning will be just fine.” Walker shifted and looked at his feet. He didn’t appreciate Graves speaking for him, but he kept quiet. “We do request however,” said Graves, “that this investigation and the information that you obtain from it, remain privileged.” “Of course,” I said. Graves handed me a business card, “I will be expecting your call, say eight o’clock tomorrow morning. My office will be open tomorrow.” “Alright, that sounds fine,” I told him. With that, I went around where the men were now standing and shook their hands and then they left. I sat back down at my desk just as my secretary Renee came in with a cup of coffee. “A new case “she asked? “It could be.”
"Is it a missing person case?” she asked with a smile.
“No,” I told her as I reached out to take the hot cup from her hand. The coffee smelt good and Renee knew how to make it the way I liked it. She had been my secretary for the last six years and she had become a good friend, although she was just a kid of nineteen years old when I hired her.
“Renee, contact Jesse to put the team on standby. I’ll be calling him tonight with the details… it could be that there will be no holiday. Tell him to gather the equipment we used on the Stockholm case.” Renee turned and looked at me, her brown eyes looked concerned and she put one hand in her blonde hair, “Oh God, not again, you almost lost someone last time.” She placed her hand on my arm, “why didn’t you turn it down?” “I started to Renee, but one of the guy’s brothers-in-law was killed and he was pretty shook up over his death, he said he liked him. I haven’t accepted the case yet, but I’ll know if it’s feasible by morning.” “Okay,” she said, with a sigh, “I’ll contact Jesse now.”
“Thanks.” Renee turned and looked at me, “Nate, please be very careful.” “I will… hey, I like that black pantsuit you have on today, very professional,” I said. She looked at me and raised one eyebrow and then strutted out. I laughed out loud. She is cute as a button. The time had come for me to see what was on the DVD. I got up and closed the door and then I walked over and slipped it into the player. I sat down on the couch, took the remote, and then I hit the play button.
Graves sounded tense. For a minute their flashlight was the only light they had and then the lights came on and strangely, they went out just as quickly. Graves tried the lights again, but with no luck. The house was dark and ominous, so the men worked their way along slowly. The police lab had not cleaned up very well and the rooms were littered with crime scene tape. A few pieces of antique furniture were shoved out of place, and stains where the blood had pooled during the sadistic killing of the painters, were everywhere. It was a horrible mess. The men bumped into something, making them jump and curse. They swung their flashlights around and spotted the blood stains which made Graves visibly shudder. Walker seemed more stoic than Graves, but he was nervous and sweating profusely.
Graves’s voice sounded distant, and then I saw that he had a handkerchief over his face. “This stench is unbearable” he said. Suddenly there was a noise that came from upstairs. They jumped again. Walker wanted to see what it was, but Graves didn’t want any part of it, he was nauseated and terrified. I could hear him cursing under his breath. He was ready to leave, and said so, but he didn’t want to be left downstairs alone, so he followed close behind Walker. As they started up the stairs, Walker said “Man, it feels cold I just got an icy blast.” “Yea, it’s like we stepped across a threshold into a cold dark well,” Graves said, “I am shivering.” Once they arrived on the second floor, they started down the hall. “Look at those! What the hell,” exclaimed Graves. I knew they were thought of by some, as supernatural, floating, round balls of light, known as orbs … What really had happened there, I wondered.
Suddenly, I heard a moan, but Walker and Graves didn’t seem to hear it. They started up the staircase to the third floor. Walker said, “I don’t know what’s worse, the cold or the stench!” Graves was now cursing out loud and I could hear the terror in his voice. As Walker turned, he saw a shadow move across the door. He asked Graves if he saw anything and Graves told him, “No, and I don’t want to.”
The screen suddenly went black. When it came back on Walker was saying that he had a power drop on the camera. The picture became grainy and then there was what sounded like a crash and then a shrill scream.
Graves’ voice was shaky and high pitched, “what was that?” Walker turned the camera toward the sound. I could barely make out what was happening but it looked like something was materializing. Graves said, “I’m leaving now, are you coming?” Walker said, “Yea, let’s get the hell out of here!”
That was the end of the DVD. I didn’t want to go through this kind of thing again, but the men needed help.
I thought about it for a few hours before I reluctantly picked up the phone and called Jesse. On the second ring, he answered the phone. “Yes Nathanial.” “Bring in the team we have a job.” “Renee said to get the equipment we used on the Stockholm case, is that right?” “Yea that’s right, we know a little more now than we did with the Stockholm case. Call in everyone on this Jess, the more people we have, the more our backs are covered.” “I agree; I really don’t like this types of case, Nate.” “I didn’t want to take it, but two men are dead. This company needs our help and the police have either given up, or they are investigating in secret. You would think as heinous as this crime is, they would work nonstop to solve it. They probably don’t want to show their hand, but I’ll find out. Jess, the airline tickets will be waiting for you.”
Jess was closer to me than any other member of my crew and he was more like a brother than an employee. He reminded me of James Gardner back in the seventies, but you couldn’t tell him that, he was sick of hearing it.
“I will see you in this evening. Have a good flight,” I said.”
“You know how I hate to fly,” He said half jokingly.
I hung up the phone and watched the DVD again. The next morning I called Graves and told him that I would take the case. However, this would be a costly endeavor and the check would have to be five figures. He agreed and with that, I took down the directions.
Renee called Jess and told him where to meet me. I thought I should let the detective from the police department, know my plans. At first, they said no. Then I asked if the crime scene was still under investigation. He told me no and then said that since I was a private detective, it might help the case if I got involved. They had hit a brick wall and so he had to admit that I would do more good than harm, so he told me to go ahead.
At the warehouse that we use for a staging area, Renee showed up, even though she isn’t part of the investigative team. “Nate” she said, “I want to go with you.”
“Renee, that is very nice, but I don’t want to lose someone because I have to watch out for you. You wouldn’t want that, now would you? No offense girl, but I can’t risk it.”
She paused for awhile and then said. “You know, if I didn’t know better I might think you felt something for me.”
“I do, now go home, and when this is under some type of control, I’ll call and let you know.” I walked her to the van.
“Is everything ready Jesse?” Renee asked. He looked surprised and grinned, “uh- I believe so…are you now my boss?” Renee giggled then she turned and left. As she looked over her shoulder the wind picked up her blonde hair, Jess said, “Watching her walk away is well worth it.” He looked over at me, “I’m going to ask her out, sometime.” “Get your mind out of the gutter, no employee fraternizing; besides she’s not your type.” He shook his head and laughed.
I liked Jess a lot, but I couldn’t afford to let personal relationships gum up the works at the office. On top of that Renee was still a kid in my mind. Jess was a pro, but both of them were still young and playing around and I didn’t want to see either of them get hurt; so I had decided that for now, to keep it all professional. There was no need to explain it either.
“What are we up against; you said it was like the Stockholm case?” asked Jess. “Yea,” I said, “and possibly with even more drama involved.” Jess looked at me with his eyes wide… “More!” he said. “Come on, I want to show you and the team the DVD that was made just two nights ago.”
As I walked into the warehouse, the teams were ready to load up the vans. “I want everyone to go into the office to review what we are going to do. Some of you were with us on the Stockholm case; we have a similar situation here.” The crew glanced at one another and then they started walking toward the office.
I got up and gestured for them to come in. I shook their hands and then I introduced myself,
“I’m Nathanial Dayton, nice to meet you and you are?” They introduced themselves as Reginald Walker and Ben Graves. “Please, have a seat,” I said. I went around and sat down in my big leather desk chair. They took the two chairs in front of my desk instead of the sofa against the wall. Walker was a tall lanky guy with thinning hair and a prominent Adam’s apple. When I first saw him, I immediately thought of Ichabod Crane. Graves on the other hand was an average size guy with thick gray hair and unusually dark blue eyes. He had dark rings around his eyes that made him look like he hadn’t slept in weeks. "Yes?"
“We need your help,” Graves said.
“Can you be more specific?” I picked up my pen and got my note pad out of my right top drawer.
Walker was the one to speak up, “Mr. Dayton, we are a restoration team working on an estate that has become difficult to deal with. We have six months to complete the project and we are one month into this with little accomplished; now, we are forced to bring the whole project to a halt.” “What’s brought it to a standstill?” I asked.
There was a quick glance between the two men that aroused my curiosity, “Gentlemen, what is this really about?”
Walker cleared his throat, “We have chosen your services due to your reputation to get the job done without being, let’s say, conspicuous. We need this to be addressed and brought to a conclusion with dispatch.”
“I see,” I said, putting down my pen. “Gentlemen this conversation is pointless because my teams are scattered across the country and I am more than a little busy.”
“Mr. Dayton,” said Walker, “we understand that you are very busy; so, we are prepared to issue you a check with four figures if you can complete your work within a six week period.” “I can’t guarantee anything without knowing the nature of the problem. Besides, with tomorrow a holiday my team will be difficult to locate.” Graves opened his briefcase, withdrew a file and held it between us. I took it from him and laid it on my desk without opening it.
“Do you remember the case you worked on last year, the Stockholm case?” “A haunting, that’s what this is all about… ghosts? Gentlemen please, my time is valuable. You need a ghost hunter, not a private detective.”
“Mr. Dayton, your success with the Stockholm case is why we came to you. Sir we have two dead painters,” Graves said, looking solemn and I could tell the man was stressed.
“You have something to show me,” I said glancing at the file in front of me. It was more of a statement than a question.
“Yes we do, would you examine that file of the old Diamond manor house? We sent our painters in two weeks ago and for a week, there was no problem; but while they were painting a brick wall, it collapsed almost on top of one of the painters. It turned out to be a torture chamber with three bodies inside. The police kept the scene closed for four days. After that, we sent the painters back in, but when they failed to come home that night, their wives contacted the police. When the police went in to investigate, they found the painters dead.” “What was the cause of death?” I asked Graves. “The medical examiner could not determine the cause of death, except they were dismembered and their body parts were scattered throughout the house. They found a leg in the dining room and their heads on the balcony. Other body parts hung over the banister. It was a sickening gruesome and bloody sight. The stench of death made me vomit. The estate has three floors and now because of the newly discovered chamber…… thirteen rooms.”
“Thirteen?” I asked. Walker was sweating and shaky.
“Can I get you a glass of water?” “Thanks but no, I’m fine, man this would shake up anyone… don’t you agree?”
Graves turned to look at me and said, “One of the painters was his brother-in-law.” “I see, I am sorry to hear that. Can you tell me what connects this to the Stockholm case?” I asked. “The police couldn’t find anything, just like before and there was no trace of evidence that anyone had been there. It had rained that morning so the grounds were still wet, but there were no footprints,” said Walker
Graves added, “The police have nothing to go on, no leads at all.” “Is that all you have?” Walker reached into his briefcase and said, “We have this.” He handed me a DVD.
“What is this?” I asked. Graves sat down on the couch, “We checked the local records on the place, the man who had owned the mansion was a Satanist. His name was Vincent Drummond, but everyone called him Diamond. You must understand, it is not as important as what is on that DVD. You see, Walker here, cared enough about his brother-in–law to prompt us to go back on our own with a video camera. We arrived on the property late in the evening and then like a couple of fools, we did a walk through.”
Graves looked at me and said, “You couldn’t pay me enough to go back to that wretched, evil, place again.”
From my experience with the paranormal, I had a good idea about what could scare two grown men this way. The Stockholm case was like this. I looked at the men and I was about to decline the job; however, I could see desperation in their faces. “Gentlemen, I will make no promises, give me time to review the DVD. If you leave me a number, I’ll do it tonight and call you in the morning with my answer if that is acceptable?” Walker was the first one up, “If you accept the case, I would like to join the investigation.”
“Mr. Walker your offer demonstrates honorable intentions, however if that is a stipulation, I will decline the job right now. In this work, I will not have time to take care of a client.” Graves spoke up immediately, “It is not a stipulation that my friend here is involved and in the morning will be just fine.” Walker shifted and looked at his feet. He didn’t appreciate Graves speaking for him, but he kept quiet. “We do request however,” said Graves, “that this investigation and the information that you obtain from it, remain privileged.” “Of course,” I said. Graves handed me a business card, “I will be expecting your call, say eight o’clock tomorrow morning. My office will be open tomorrow.” “Alright, that sounds fine,” I told him. With that, I went around where the men were now standing and shook their hands and then they left. I sat back down at my desk just as my secretary Renee came in with a cup of coffee. “A new case “she asked? “It could be.”
"Is it a missing person case?” she asked with a smile.
“No,” I told her as I reached out to take the hot cup from her hand. The coffee smelt good and Renee knew how to make it the way I liked it. She had been my secretary for the last six years and she had become a good friend, although she was just a kid of nineteen years old when I hired her.
“Renee, contact Jesse to put the team on standby. I’ll be calling him tonight with the details… it could be that there will be no holiday. Tell him to gather the equipment we used on the Stockholm case.” Renee turned and looked at me, her brown eyes looked concerned and she put one hand in her blonde hair, “Oh God, not again, you almost lost someone last time.” She placed her hand on my arm, “why didn’t you turn it down?” “I started to Renee, but one of the guy’s brothers-in-law was killed and he was pretty shook up over his death, he said he liked him. I haven’t accepted the case yet, but I’ll know if it’s feasible by morning.” “Okay,” she said, with a sigh, “I’ll contact Jesse now.”
“Thanks.” Renee turned and looked at me, “Nate, please be very careful.” “I will… hey, I like that black pantsuit you have on today, very professional,” I said. She looked at me and raised one eyebrow and then strutted out. I laughed out loud. She is cute as a button. The time had come for me to see what was on the DVD. I got up and closed the door and then I walked over and slipped it into the player. I sat down on the couch, took the remote, and then I hit the play button.
Graves sounded tense. For a minute their flashlight was the only light they had and then the lights came on and strangely, they went out just as quickly. Graves tried the lights again, but with no luck. The house was dark and ominous, so the men worked their way along slowly. The police lab had not cleaned up very well and the rooms were littered with crime scene tape. A few pieces of antique furniture were shoved out of place, and stains where the blood had pooled during the sadistic killing of the painters, were everywhere. It was a horrible mess. The men bumped into something, making them jump and curse. They swung their flashlights around and spotted the blood stains which made Graves visibly shudder. Walker seemed more stoic than Graves, but he was nervous and sweating profusely.
Graves’s voice sounded distant, and then I saw that he had a handkerchief over his face. “This stench is unbearable” he said. Suddenly there was a noise that came from upstairs. They jumped again. Walker wanted to see what it was, but Graves didn’t want any part of it, he was nauseated and terrified. I could hear him cursing under his breath. He was ready to leave, and said so, but he didn’t want to be left downstairs alone, so he followed close behind Walker. As they started up the stairs, Walker said “Man, it feels cold I just got an icy blast.” “Yea, it’s like we stepped across a threshold into a cold dark well,” Graves said, “I am shivering.” Once they arrived on the second floor, they started down the hall. “Look at those! What the hell,” exclaimed Graves. I knew they were thought of by some, as supernatural, floating, round balls of light, known as orbs … What really had happened there, I wondered.
Suddenly, I heard a moan, but Walker and Graves didn’t seem to hear it. They started up the staircase to the third floor. Walker said, “I don’t know what’s worse, the cold or the stench!” Graves was now cursing out loud and I could hear the terror in his voice. As Walker turned, he saw a shadow move across the door. He asked Graves if he saw anything and Graves told him, “No, and I don’t want to.”
The screen suddenly went black. When it came back on Walker was saying that he had a power drop on the camera. The picture became grainy and then there was what sounded like a crash and then a shrill scream.
Graves’ voice was shaky and high pitched, “what was that?” Walker turned the camera toward the sound. I could barely make out what was happening but it looked like something was materializing. Graves said, “I’m leaving now, are you coming?” Walker said, “Yea, let’s get the hell out of here!”
That was the end of the DVD. I didn’t want to go through this kind of thing again, but the men needed help.
I thought about it for a few hours before I reluctantly picked up the phone and called Jesse. On the second ring, he answered the phone. “Yes Nathanial.” “Bring in the team we have a job.” “Renee said to get the equipment we used on the Stockholm case, is that right?” “Yea that’s right, we know a little more now than we did with the Stockholm case. Call in everyone on this Jess, the more people we have, the more our backs are covered.” “I agree; I really don’t like this types of case, Nate.” “I didn’t want to take it, but two men are dead. This company needs our help and the police have either given up, or they are investigating in secret. You would think as heinous as this crime is, they would work nonstop to solve it. They probably don’t want to show their hand, but I’ll find out. Jess, the airline tickets will be waiting for you.”
Jess was closer to me than any other member of my crew and he was more like a brother than an employee. He reminded me of James Gardner back in the seventies, but you couldn’t tell him that, he was sick of hearing it.
“I will see you in this evening. Have a good flight,” I said.”
“You know how I hate to fly,” He said half jokingly.
I hung up the phone and watched the DVD again. The next morning I called Graves and told him that I would take the case. However, this would be a costly endeavor and the check would have to be five figures. He agreed and with that, I took down the directions.
Renee called Jess and told him where to meet me. I thought I should let the detective from the police department, know my plans. At first, they said no. Then I asked if the crime scene was still under investigation. He told me no and then said that since I was a private detective, it might help the case if I got involved. They had hit a brick wall and so he had to admit that I would do more good than harm, so he told me to go ahead.
At the warehouse that we use for a staging area, Renee showed up, even though she isn’t part of the investigative team. “Nate” she said, “I want to go with you.”
“Renee, that is very nice, but I don’t want to lose someone because I have to watch out for you. You wouldn’t want that, now would you? No offense girl, but I can’t risk it.”
She paused for awhile and then said. “You know, if I didn’t know better I might think you felt something for me.”
“I do, now go home, and when this is under some type of control, I’ll call and let you know.” I walked her to the van.
“Is everything ready Jesse?” Renee asked. He looked surprised and grinned, “uh- I believe so…are you now my boss?” Renee giggled then she turned and left. As she looked over her shoulder the wind picked up her blonde hair, Jess said, “Watching her walk away is well worth it.” He looked over at me, “I’m going to ask her out, sometime.” “Get your mind out of the gutter, no employee fraternizing; besides she’s not your type.” He shook his head and laughed.
I liked Jess a lot, but I couldn’t afford to let personal relationships gum up the works at the office. On top of that Renee was still a kid in my mind. Jess was a pro, but both of them were still young and playing around and I didn’t want to see either of them get hurt; so I had decided that for now, to keep it all professional. There was no need to explain it either.
“What are we up against; you said it was like the Stockholm case?” asked Jess. “Yea,” I said, “and possibly with even more drama involved.” Jess looked at me with his eyes wide… “More!” he said. “Come on, I want to show you and the team the DVD that was made just two nights ago.”
As I walked into the warehouse, the teams were ready to load up the vans. “I want everyone to go into the office to review what we are going to do. Some of you were with us on the Stockholm case; we have a similar situation here.” The crew glanced at one another and then they started walking toward the office.