Natasha Ford

I went next door and saw the movers bringing in furniture. "Owner here?" I asked.

"Just stepped out into the back yard," said one.

I followed the movers into the house. I saw a box with the house's address on it and the name, Natasha Ford, above it. I walked into the house towards the french doors leading to the backyard and saw a tall leggy blonde in a tight black skirt and white blouse on the back porch. She was on her cell phone, and I could overhear her. "Yeah, been living in a hotel for the past week. Have a business meeting in an hour. Hoping to have everything moved in by then."

She put the phone in her pocket then turned to walk back into the house.

"Oh, hello," she said.