Mark Latto stopped and looked up at the white-painted wooden house on West cliff drive. There are many houses like this along the coast of California, many houses like this in Santa Cruz. But this one was different: there was a police car parked on the road outside. A police car outside house a doesnt always mean theres trouble inside, but Latto felt th hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Something wasnt right. He walked towards the front door. As he did so, it was opened by a mountain of a man, at least two metres tall, almost as wide as the door, and wearing the dark blue of the Santa Cruz Police. Yes?" asked the police officer in a slow American voice I'm here to see Deborah Spencer,' began Latto. Shes expecting me. And who are you? My name's Mark Latto. I'm a doctor. I've come over from Britain to see her "Well, you d better come in, Dr Latto said the police officer, stepping back from the let Latto door to in. Tm afraid I've got bad you. found some news for Ms Spencer was dead early this morning Oh no! Latto put terible a hand up to his mout How Yes, continued the police officer I'm afraid wont so you get to see her. However, a detective will be along here in a few minutes and he may want to have a talk with you Detective? asked Latto. Are you saying