December 15, 2011

Brian Peterson opened up the file in front of him. A rich person died in 2010. Sheldon Jones. He looked at the death certificate saw Laura’s name on it and figured it would be a good excuse to call her as if he needed any. Things had been going well between them. He’d even gotten used to the smell of rubbing alcohol and formaldehyde on her.

“Hi Laura, this is Brian.” “Hey, how’s my favorite sexy IRS agent doing?”, Laura purred. “How many other sexy IRS agent’s do you know?” Brian fired back. “I’ll never tell”, said Laura with a mirthful wink in her tone. Brian changed his tone, “I’m sorry Laura but this is a bidness call. You did an autopsy on one Sheldon Jones.” “Yes, plane crash if I remember correctly, DNA and Dental records proved identity and date of death was when the plane went down. Body was burned badly, plane was owned by Jones, and the flight manifest reported that he was the passenger. The pilot apparently jumped out and Jones was unconscious and the Pilot could not get a chute on him.”

“Sounds like an open and shut case to me”, Brian said. “I’ll check with the NTSB and get their report on this before closing this file. Looks like this guy really died in 2010 and there is no trace of any doubt here.