New York, 1922<br/>April 15th<br/>2:00 p.m.<br/><br/>Not much happened to Harvey after he got back to his office. A few notes on his observations of the day, but nothing very exciting. Mostly making phone calls to various contacts and napping in his large living chair that was usually reserved for clients. At some point a pounding on his door awoke him with a start. Grumbling, he pulled another cigarette out of his breast pocket and lit it up. He opened the door and saw a special edition afternoon newspaper sitting on the floor, with the picture of a more than pleasant looking woman on the cover. Apparently some wealthy guy had gotten robbed and murdered. He figured that must have been what Cabroni was talking about with his wife. He felt an ounce of sympathy for the widow that was left behind, but the feeling passed quickly. He knew from experience that pretty dames like her could always land another rich guy whenever they wanted.<br/><br/>He was about to go back to the chair and take another nap, when he happened to glance out the window, and boy was he surprised by what he saw. The same woman from the cover of the newspaper was standing outside the building. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered to himself, and descended the stairs. He casually opened the door and wasted no time in getting down to business.<br/><br/>"I take it you're here about this?" he said, waving the newspaper he was still holding. "Come upstairs to my office and I'll get you sorted out." He back inside and up the stairs- without holding the door open for her- and sat down at his desk in his office. He indicated to the large chair for her to sit, and put away the notes he had been working on earlier.<br/><br/>"Now, take me through what happened step by step."