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to the right and motioned to a line of computers that were set up as independent study stations, all in a row. “You’ll have to access the vertical file for that information. Click on the ‘Homes and Land’ tab and you’ll see lists of dates on the next screen. Click on the date you wish to review, and that will lead you to a list of the home sales.”
    “Great, thanks,” I said eagerly. Without responding, she dropped her nose back into the book she was reading. It looked suspiciously like a romance novel, at least judging by the glimpse I caught, and the words “the apex of her thighs.”
    Smiling, I ventured over to one of the computers and pulled out the chair. I sat down and reached for the mouse.
    What does “the apex of her thighs” even mean? Drake inquired from inside my head.
    Ah, you caught it too?
    Of course, mon chaton, I see everything you see, he reminded me.
    Right! How could I forget? I asked. Shaking my head, I searched for the “Homes and Land” tab. As soon as I found it and clicked on it, I was presented with a list of dates. I wasn’t sure what year I should look for, so I started with the year of Adele’s death, 1959. A long list of names and addresses instantly appeared, but they were not in any sort of chronological or alphabetical order. Great, just great!
    Ma minette, you have not responded to my question, Drake persisted.
    Ugh, I’m sort of busy here, Drake, I replied while trying to ignore the irritation edging up my spine.
    Oui, I apologize, mon amour. He sounded disappointed and a few seconds later even added a sigh. Yes, it was absolutely histrionic in nature, but nonetheless, I started to feel guilty for not being in a talkative mood.
    What was your question? I asked begrudgingly.
    Je ne sais pas, I do not understand the nature of the passage the elderly woman was reading, he reminded me. What is this “apex of her thighs”?
    Ha! I laughed as I shook my head. I wondered if this man possessed even the slightest bit of humility. You must think I’m really naive if you expect me to answer such a ridiculous question! You, Drake Montague, are the foremost authority on the apex of a woman’s thighs!
    I am not amused, he responded in a tone of voice that suggested his ennui.
    And I’m not going to play your silly game! You have had more than your fair share of dalliances with the fairer sex! I continued, actually enjoying putting him in his place. So, I’m sorry, Casanova, but I refuse to fall for your silly flirtations.
    Very well, he grumbled. I will defend myself by admitting despite my fair share of “dalliances” as you affectionately termed them, and the pleasure of discovering the apex of the thighs of more than one nice lady, I have yet to enjoy the pleasure of yours! That was the only point I intended to make.
    Well, now that you’ve made it, let’s both focus on this never ending list of home sales, shall we? I replied as I started scanning the long list.
    Drake didn’t reply except to make a “hmph!” noise before falling silent. I, meanwhile, was busily engaged in scanning the numerous entries of home sales. When I reached the bottom of the page, I clicked over to the next one and saw Peter’s name. The entry, however, wasn’t the one I was looking for. The one I saw claimed Peter sold a property to a man named David Lawson for $50,000.
    “Ugh,” I grumbled, settling my initial excitement down again.
    Returning to my scan of the entries, I found another one for Peter, but it still wasn’t the transaction I was looking for. This time, he sold a property to a family with the last name of Kelton for $32,300.
    “Double ugh,” I muttered as I continued with my search. When I reached the top of page three, I found what I was looking for. “Bam!” I said as a huge smile spread across my face. I read the sale out loud: “Transfer of property located at 12 Davis Landing Road in Slidell, Louisiana, to Guarda Josephine Sauveterre for an undisclosed dollar