Death Pays a Visit

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Tonight, death pays a visit. I am the Whistler. And I know many things. Or I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. The Crowley's are a typical young married couple, the kind of people you have living on your block. A little more prosperous than most perhaps drive a better car nicer clothes, you know.

Funny too, because Jake Crowley only earns 4750 a week as Assistant Manager of a branch of Sellers National Bank. And the neighbors might be surprised to learn that the Crowleys have only $321.17 in their joint bank account.

That's not much a pittance it seems to Trina Crowley, especially when Jake tells her about how they came to have it. Well, that's all that's left, Trina. How much was it to begin with, Jake?

Almost 10,000. 10,000, Darth. Where's it going? What do you think? You wanted a new card, didn't you? You insisted on that trip to Tahoe last summer. You asked for this house, didn't you? Oh, so I was the one at fold. I spent some money.

I suppose the next thing you'll be saying is that I instigated the whole fair. Listen, Trina, we won't get anywhere this way. We've got to figure a way out. I need your help. Jake, I don't know anything about finance.