Captain Heinz Noonan, the “Bearded Holmes” of the Sandersonville Police Department, was contemplating the inequities of life with one hand full of a wine glass and the other a wine bottle at his favorite restaurant, Lorenzo’s, when a strange man sat down at his table. Noonan was sure that this was not a friend of his for, as he knew all of his friends, he did not recognize this gentleman. Gentleman was exactly the term Noonan would have used to describe the man. Dressed impeccably in the latest fashion with both a handkerchief in his jacket pocket and a flower on his lapel, he appeared more as a refugee from a Hollywood set than a diner at a dinner. He was of perfect build for his clothes, his skin was without a blemish, his hair perfectly cut, his fingernails perfectly manicured and his shoes shined. The last was visually apparent…
