The Seidas lived in a recently developed area of the city. Their house, the largest on the crescent, had a massive front window that spanned two floors and half the floor span in width. The front yard, immaculately landscaped, boasted a slate walkway lined with several matching oversized planters holding an array of tropical plants that had started to wither away in the chilled autumn air.
The mini-mansion clearly defined just how wealthy the Seidas were by looking every bit as obnoxious as its owners. Cassie pursed her lips, raising a questioning brow as she recalled the missing money from the Slippery Pole. Why would Ryan steal money when they could clearly afford a lavish life? Eighty-thousand-dollars would be chump change to him. But if he didn't take the money, then who did?
As she approached the front door, it swung open, and Kathy stood in the frame. "Welcome, Cassie," she exclaimed a little too jubilantly. "Come in!"