One; that Masada’s death had something criminal about it Two; that it may have had something to do with her prescription possibly and Three; I had to get an appointment at that pharmacy or something, the lady over the phone had said something about an appointment? Maybe that would help?

Gee, so much information to get in one day…but I was still no where closer to solving the mystery about Masada and my darling’s deaths.

It was late, and all this thinking had made me tired. I decided to fix myself dinner. I shuffled over to the fridge and dug up some of last night’s lasagna, I shoved it into the microwave and watched it revolve, deliberating. I could still do one more thing tonight…

The microwave beeped and I pulled out my dinner, barely noticing as the lasagna burnt my tongue. I dropped my plate into the sink as I passed, Heading for my coat and the red ribbon. I picked up me keys as I headed for the door…If this was going to work, I needed to act now…