Vincent Chan sat behind a very large Rosewood desk talking on the Phone. "Yes Mrs Lim it's all true your husbands having an affair with another man." he said exasperated by this exceedingly annoying woman. This was her, what? Hundredth call since he met with her to tell her that her husband was not having an affair with her best friend but with her best friend's husband. Rule #1... Never, Never, take cases from Dames. "What's that Mrs Lim? Yes, yes everyone has one or two skeletons in their closet. I promise you that all the files and videos pertaining to your case will be destroyed as soon as you pay the rest of your bill." He hung up the phone, opened the bottom drawer of his desk, took out a bottle of single malt and a glass, poured himself a large measure of golden solace, leaned back in his chair and said out loud, "Lady you have no idea what a skeleton in the closet is until you've seen mine."
Vincent leaned over and picked up the japanese puzzle box on top of his desk and with a series of precise sequential moves within the mosaic pattern of the box released the locking mechanism. He tilted the box depositing an antique brass key on to the dark green blotter pad in front of him. He sipped the smokey malt with it's hint of dried fruit and chocolate and reflected on how much his life had changed since the discovery of this key. How was he to know when he agreed to the terms of his uncles Will that he would become the guardian to a Skeleton hidden in the closet behind the elaborately carved screen across the room. Not just any skeleton but a magical one that in all likelihood is his own grandmother. He thought that he was inheriting his uncles detective agency and a hundred grand a year trust fund.
He thought he could sit on his ass and read his way through his uncles extensive collection of crime fiction... maybe even try to write one of his own. A hundred thou a year was more then enough to meet his needs. He didn't need to go out and look for business, all he had to do was to keep the agency open and never sell or abandon the agency. That was the agreement. Then he discovered the closet door behind the screen. The door was locked so he searched everywhere for the key only to find it hidden within a beautiful inlaid box with the picture of a Geisha on the top. Up until then his life was simple, uncomplicated. Once he opened the door and found the skeleton and the letter, his life was no longer his.
