regained her composure. “Tony and I had separate bank accounts and if he was after my money he disappeared before he got any of it. We were happily married until about six weeks ago.” “What happened then” I asked as I grabbed a pen and began to take notes. “Tony would not admit to it, but he was nervous. He became argumentative if asked so I stopped. About a month ago he left in the morning and said he had business to take care of and would be back in the evening. I have not seen him since.” “I take it you have notified the police.” “Of course, but they ran into a problem and that is why I have decide to hire my own investigator.” I waited. She seemed on the verge of changing her mind and then plunged ahead. “Mr. Randall when I reported my husband missing the police had a surprising bit of information for me.” She paused again and then continued. “They told me that Tony Peterson died twenty years ago.”