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evidence at the office – you can actually go in it and use it or whatever you were planning to do with it, just so you know – and had a few more questions for the two of you.”  He reached into his front pocket and pulled out a small flip notebook with a pen attached through the spiral.  “The first is a basic question; I’m sure you’ve seen it in the crime shows on television.  Did you grandfather have any enemies?”
    “No,” both sisters replied at the same time.
    “Our grandfather was tough but fair,” Katella explained.
    “People maybe didn’t agree with everything he said or every decision he made, but they respected him,” Seraphina added.
    Christopher nodded as he took notes.  When he finished, he looked up at the two of them, his left hand curled into a fist, resting on his hip.  “Tell me about these selling rumors,” he said.
    “I don’t understand,” Katella murmured.
    “The team,” Chris said.  “There were a couple of stories that ran in the Orange County Register , a couple of interviews on ESPN, talking about how there were rumors your grandfather was planning to sell the team.  Were these true?”
    Both girls were silent for a moment, both thinking if they remembered him possibly mentioning selling the team in passing.
    “He never really talked business with us,” Katella finally said.
    “Well, he would ask me my opinion about things every now and then,” corrected Seraphina, an index finger caressing the tip of her chin.
    “Really?” Chris asked.  He sat up straighter, leaned in closer to Seraphina, his eyes an incredibly intense shade of blue.  “What do you mean?”
    She wasn’t sure if it was because of her silly crush or if she felt uncomfortable talking about something that had been so closely guarded to herself that she rarely even tell Katella, but Seraphina felt herself leaning back, as though trying to pull away from Chris’s orbit, in order to keep her head up from drowning.
    “Well, he never went into detail,” she explained.  Seraphina didn’t want to hinder the investigation, but her secrets between she and her grandfather were the only things she had of him that nobody else possessed.  Her sister didn’t even share these tidbits of stray information with him.  And now she was expected to share it not only with Katella, but a stranger.  “He would ask me what I would do, given a particular situation.  He would give me both sides to the story, or the situation, and I would tell him what I thought.  I never knew what he was going to do until he did it, and sometimes, I never learned what hypothetical we talked about turned into a reality.”
    Chris said nothing, but furiously took notes.  “You inherited the team?” he asked, not looking up, still writing.
    “Uh, yes, yes I did,” Seraphina responded.
    “And you’re okay with this?” Chris asked, directing the question at Katella.
    Seraphina could tell her sister was getting annoyed with this question due to the way her lips pursed and a wrinkle formed between her brows.  Before she met Matt, her patience was nearly as thin as Seraphina’s, but apparently relationships required patience and if Seraphina wanted a successful relationship with Matt, she needed to acquire that patience.  And she did, but there were moments, such as this one, when the threat of losing it was pressing.
    “I have my own company I need to run,” she said.  Her voice was a bit shaky as it came out of her mouth, only because she was trying – and failing – to control the tone of her voice so it didn’t come out sounding snarky.  “My grandfather came to me before he… died and asked me what I thought about this and I agreed that Seraphina should get the team.  She should do it.”
    “Uh huh.”  His voice was hard to decipher; was he just so entirely consumed with his writing or was he bored with how the interview was going?  “Did either of you know that the team was losing money?”  Now his