Charity looked up in surprise, seeing the Japanese woman who was talking to her.<br/><br/>"No dear. I'm not a relative of Mister Taylor. I was a very close friend. And a business partner of his. I came to pay my respects to him. He had a long life. And I'll miss him dearly." She answered the woman. The woman wore a very beautiful kimono and held her self in a proper manner. Manners like that was not something she had seen in a very long while.<br/><br/>"And what of you, my dear? How did you know mister Taylor? If you do not mind my asking." Charity studied the girl, trying to decide how she fit into the picture here in Hanson. She had never seen nor heard of her from Maynard. And she had known the man most of his life. He never questioned her looks nor age. So she she never questioned his business in return<br/>Sure she had helped him from time to time, but it was usually dropping something off at the post.<br/><br/>Brayden sighed as he waited on the corner near the mansion. Mist people wouldn't arrive till mid point of the wake. Then he'd have to go in and nicely question them. Because that was the fun shit. Questioning people at a wake. Yeah right. He hated doing this, it felt wrong. But he had to do it. It was all he could do for the city. He couldn't stand the police force.