A Mysterious Murder in Monomoy: Penned by Hunter Laroche

By Hunter Laroche

Elihu Leonard has acquired great wealth from his investments over his lifetime, and is enjoying life in Monomoy, at his home on Nantucket for several months of the year. His favorite grandson Samuel Leonard often visits when he finds himself the new owner of the property after his grandfather was found murdered. Elihu has left several wax sealed letters addressed to Samuel which are actually dated in a time frame after his passing for them to be opened. Some of these already have been given to Samuel by Elihu's attorney, Eileen Berg, who was a trusted friend of Elihu and his wife for many years on Nantucket. Eileen is privy to all the financial records of Elihu's and has always kept them private and locked away for safe keeping until the time arrives to disclose them to family members. One of the last letters that Samuel is given by Elihu's attorney is one that describes a book, that is supposedly hidden in the house, as Elihu discovered an old faded piece of paper that actually fell out of a desk that was left after he purchased the home many years ago, the paper was hidden in between a desk drawer and a side wall of the desk. It was dated October 31, 1922 and stated if the person who finds this letter is reading it that means a certain book is still undiscovered at the property located on the North Westerly knoll Half Mile to the left of the very beginning of Monomoy Road, parcel number 44, the old Shea Estate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665523875

Hunter Laroche

Hunter Laroche arrived on Nantucket Island in the late 1970s and has continued visiting during the summer months ever since. He still spends most of his time traveling the globe, the Caribbean, Europe, South America, and Florida, to mention a few.

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A MYSTERIOUS

MURDER

IN MONOMOY

PENNED BY HUNTER LAROCHE

THE FOURTH BOOK IN THE

NANTUCKET MURDER MYSTERY SERIES

HUNTER LAROCHE

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CONTENTS

Early Summer……

Nantucket, a funny little island with funny little people

If a man has not a destination or a port to be anchored at, then the wind in his sails may come from any direction

Seeing a clear sunset from an island’s shore can be extremely mesmerizing

If you could live on an island forever, you might find yourself barefoot all the time

It is rumored that seashells may bring one good luck and fortune

An island may be small but if you use your imagination it will seem quite large

Speaking of islands, I spent a week there one night

All one needs are the natural minerals of the sea to maintain a healthy life

Living life on an island is about enjoying its quite days and the warm sunny rays

The beach, the sun, a slight ocean breeze is a cure for all things big and small

The sound of an ocean can mellow many a disturbed soul

People look for lighthouses, lighthouses don’t look for people

To find one’s self, listen gently to the waves of mother ocean lapping on the shore

Life on an island should be simple. Just add one-part sun and one-part beach

When one lives on an island they do not become older they become vintage

Life on an island can become a tropical state of mind

Traveling to or spending time on an island can truly be great therapy for the soul

When one spends time on a deserted beach one can truly discovery who they really are

When one finds themselves departing an island, they are often planning their return

A salty piece of land may not be best for a fruit’s growth but for one’s soul; perfection

Whilst relaxing under the cool shade of the palms I drifted into a very restful sleep

I never met a sunset I didn’t like

There is always the next ferry

The salt kissed skin one gains on a windy day at the ocean’s edge remains in your memories for years to come

When one seems to daydream it is usually on an endless beach

For one to be adventurous, one should go off the beaten path, and an island can definitely inspire intrigue.

One should take a chance, find an island, rent a place, kick off their shoes, relax and discover a new life

If you have wanderlust, you will most likely feel right at home on the shores of an island

All I can say to my friends is, you can never have enough of a deserted beach

Island time has its own internal clock

Find a moment to sit on a deserted island beach and you might find what you are looking for

If one can live on an island, it is best if it is not deserted, as you came for peace and quiet but not to go insane

If one finds themselves on an island no matter the size large or small, they are still the same as when they arrived but most likely more at ease

I enjoy palm trees, a gentle breeze and a temperature of 80 degrees

Island dreams are made of sun and sand

If one can enjoy a glass of wine and add in a little cheese, throw in the ocean’s shoreline, that’s about as good as it gets

A person can attest to getting one of the best nights rest when the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore are in the background

What alcohol will not cure, there is no cure for

Siasconset beach on the island of Nantucket is the very first location in the United States to see the morning light

Paris has two islands right the in the center of the city and one in Normandy named Mont Saint-Michel that becomes an island when the sea is at high tide on the coast

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend, they sparkle like the waves on the open sea on a clear day

I don’t require Caviar, fine wine and Champagne, just give me a chair, a beach and some sunshine

This book is

dedicated to very special friends

Rita and Don (in memoriam)

Two of the finest, caring and generous people

I have ever met in my life.

Cheers to you both.

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EARLY SUMMER……

Nantucket Emergency Service. How may I help you?

Yes, oh my god. I need help, said a very agitated voice.

Okay, calm down Ma’am, what is your situation?

"Well I just arrived at my employer’s home and he’s lying on the floor unresponsive.

He’s cold to the touch I think he might have had a heart attack or something. Send help quickly, oh my god, I think I am going to pass out."

Okay calm down. Let me get your information. Help will be sent right away!

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NANTUCKET, A FUNNY LITTLE ISLAND

WITH FUNNY LITTLE PEOPLE

Constable Kosmo was walking down from the top of Main Street after exiting the Pacific National Bank where he had just made his weekly bank deposit. It was a grey, cool and breezy overcast morning. He was headed to Mignoas’s Market to join Don and Rita for coffee and Danish. Kosmo tried his best to meet with them at least every week or so for this ritual. It was not always possible, but he was pretty good at making it happen, which was always a pleasure for him.

He entered the store and headed to the back left area of the market to Les’s Lunch Box which consisted of a counter with fourteen stools, and across from that were four red leather upholstered booths that could easily seat as many as six people, and if it were a family with small children you could squeeze a few more people in to a booth.

As Kosmo approached the counter area Les looked up and said, Good morning Constable, great to see you, with a large grin on his face.

Kosmo retuning the smile saying, And top of the morning to you Les. I hope you have a fresh pot of coffee brewing!

Just started one, Les replied.

Les was considered by many as a handsome young man and a very hard worker. He is the proprietor of the Lunch Box concession but is also highly praised as the Doctor of the island’s only private consulting for hypnotherapy.

Kosmo looked over and saw Rita standing and talking with Don, who was already seated in the farthest booth towards the back area of the luncheonette. He gave Don a pat on the back and hugged to Rita as they all settled in. On the table were assorted pastries, a bowl of fresh blueberries, and a bowl or fresh raspberries. Les appeared with a mug of hot steaming coffee which he placed in front of Kosmo and a large crystal tea pot of hot water for Rita next to the small pitcher of cream, sugar and a jar of honey, and he then opened up the box of assorted tea’s that were already on the table.

Kosmo helped himself to a blueberry filled Danish that he knew was made in the bakery section of the market. He remarked as he had done numerous times in the past, I try so hard to remain on a strict diet staying away from sweets and pastries, but these Monday get togethers were not part of the diet plan. I would rather sacrifice a hamburger bun any day for one of these delightful pastries.

Well you know Kosmo, any time you want, just give me a call and I can have some dropped off at the station for you, Rita said.

Oh, I know that Rita, but don’t tempt me. I need to have some discipline in my life.

Well, I will make up a plate with a few assorted ones for your staff at the station and you can take them with you.

Don and Kosmo got caught up on the latest projects on which Don was working . Don always had something going on. Whether he was adding an addition to their home, or new development project at one of their many stores. It never seemed to end.

Rita got up after finishing her tea, only to return with a nice bouquet of flowers asking Kosmo if he would please be kind enough to give them to Beth when he returned to the station.

Right then Kosmo’s radio went off. It was Beth on the other end of the radio dispatch.

Dispatch calling Kosmo, over.

Kosmo here, he said while adjusting his volume control on his walkie talkie. Over.

Chief, you might want to step somewhere private, Over.

Kosmo plugged in his ear piece and started moving towards the front door.

Don held Kosmo’s elbow and said, Let’s go use my office, and led him to the private space.

Ok Beth what’s going on? Over. Don shut the door and remained outside.

"Well Chief, I got a 911 call from a Mrs. Clary, she still on the line, she just told me in a frantic voice that she entered her employer’s home just now, as she’s the house keeper and comes in twice a week for Mr. Elihu Leonard.

He lives at Forty-Seven and ½ Monomoy Road. Said she found him laying on the floor unresponsive and his body is cold to the touch.

She thinks he might have had a heart attack. Fire and rescue are on the way. I just got off the radio with Dan Conner the fire chief, he was in his jeep about a mile away so he most likely will be the first responder, Over."

Ok Beth, I am at Mignosa’s Market, be back at the station in a few minutes. Over.

Okay, Over.

Where’s Deputy Donato? Over.

He is on his way into the station and I expect him any second now. He just telephoned me from his apartment about fifteen minutes ago, Over.

Okay see you in a few. If Mark arrives prior to me, tell him to have the squad car ready to roll. Over and out.

Kosmo went back to Don and Rita and said, A situation has developed that I need to attend to. Rita can you drop the flowers off later?

Kosmo reached into his pocket and took out a five-dollar bill to leave as a tip when Don reached over and held his hand saying, Don’t even think about it, we have it covered.

With that being said Kosmo gave them both smile and departed.

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IF A MAN HAS NOT A DESTINATION

OR A PORT TO BE ANCHORED AT,

THEN THE WIND IN HIS SAILS MAY

COME FROM ANY DIRECTION

Two Weeks After the Death

of Elihu Leonard

As Samuel Leonard left the office of his grandfather’s attorney located on Old South Road on the outskirts of Nantucket town, he was carrying a large thick sealed manilla envelope that had been given to him that was his grandfather’s. The attorney, Eileen Berg had explained to him that the home in Monomoy had been left to him by his grandfather.

The property was mortgage and debt free, and all taxes and other incidental things concerning the maintenance such as the oil burner service and oil deliveries were up to date as of this time.

Inside the garage of the Monomoy home, Eileen had told him there was a very large supply of split hardwood for the two fireplaces in the house. and figured it would see him through the next two years if used just for the main house. It would not last as long if he also used the smaller fireplace in guest house and the outside grill area.

Money had been set aside in escrow which had been placed in an account at Nantucket Bank to assure that the property was always well maintained, with landscaping, painting, plumbing, and electrical work so that Samuel would not incur any out of pocket expenses over time. Also, allowances for car repairs and, if needed, a newer car was also allotted for in the escrow account.

Just about anything regarding the home was practically covered, for the next ten years and if more funds were needed there was a good amount available for such things and Eileen would monitor the funds for Samuel.

Samuel arrived at to the Monomoy estate that stood on a slight knoll with a nice view of the ocean. It had a large driveway with parking for up to eight automobiles.

Marshmallow, Elihu’s cat, quickly ran up to greet Sam with a very loud meow as he was getting out of the car, almost like asking where’s Elihu?

The property had an oversized two car garage, and a beautiful guest cottage. The cottage, consisted of two bedrooms, each with its own full bath, and an extra ½ bath located between the kitchen and the living room. There was a spacious kitchen with large triple hung windows looking out from over the kitchen sink. There was a small wood burning fireplace that was raised two feet above the floor near the dining table and a beautiful dark cherry wood paneled den, and a nice large living room surrounded with windows.

The main house was quite large consisting of six bedrooms all with private bath, which also had two ½ baths on the main floor, a full completely weather proofed basement and two working fireplaces. People used to mention to Elihu that if the time came he preferred to not climb stairs to use to the master bedroom in the main house and If the main house got to be too much for him to manage, he could easily enough move right into the guest cottage which was 2,500 square feet. More than enough living space for a single man.

Both of his home’s, the main house and the guest cottage, have large wrap around decks and a partially covered porches.

Sam entered the home, it was a little strange at first for him not seeing his grandfather relaxing in his chair on the porch, or inside the house.

He entered the beautiful dark wood paneled den and sat down at the desk when Marshmallow, not wasting any time, quickly jumped on top of the desk and started sniffing at the manilla envelope that Sam had placed upon the desk and then let out a loud meow.

Sam couldn’t help thinking that Marshmallow knew that the folder had something to do with Elihu.

Sam was still quite emotional about the death of his grandfather. Nothing felt more comfortable to him than remembering the times when he was in the study of this home with his grandfather having a nice discussion about life.

Elihu loved to light the fireplace and reminisce about his many travels around the globe that he had taken during his lifetime with Samuel’s grandmother. Samuel’s parents also went on a few of their adventures as well. Later in life, Elihu went on several of his journey’s alone or with an old friend of his as his wife said I am happy working here in the garden, so you go and enjoy yourself!

Samuel went into the kitchen and made a cup of orange pekoe tea, opened a box of Oreo’s, put some on a plate and carried the tea and cookies into the den. He put a lit match to the already laid fireplace checking to make sure the flue was open and watched the fire come to life. Marshmallow had made herself quite comfortable upon the desk right next to the file folder purring away quietly.

Sitting at the mahogany desk, Sam looked at Marshmallow as he broke the waxed seal that bound the manilla envelope that the Elihu’s attorney had given him and said well here we go Marshmallow. She looked at Sam and gave out another meow. His grandfather it seemed to Sam really enjoyed sending letters to people with a waxed seal enclosure ever since he could remember.

Sam was kind of reluctant to remove the contents of the envelope, thinking in a way to himself, Well, this is the final chapter of Elihu Leonard, who was in many ways his hero in life.

Sam peeked inside the envelope and slowly removed the contents. Inside was the deed to the house with a large stamped Paid and numerous other papers in envelopes neatly folded and all sealed, yet again, with the wax seal.

Sam spread out all the envelopes upon the desk top and turned on the lamp that was on the desk to the brightest setting.

He read the labels of each envelope out loud. House and contents, cars and machinery, insurance and property taxes, house inventory. The second to the last said, bank notes and safety bank box instructions, stocks, bonds information, and cash on hand.

The final envelope was again waxed sealed and read;

LETTER NUMBER ONE TO BE OPENED FIRST

WITHIN TWO WEEKS AFTER MY PASSING

For Samuel Leonard Private and Personal only to be

opened by my grandson Samuel Leonard upon my death.

This brought a tear to Sam’s eyes and he did not want to open the envelope. Marshmallow, seeming to sense this, sat up and looked directly at Sam, then to the file folder then back to Sam almost in a manner of saying you can do this!

Sam was feeling so alone at this moment and even at the age of twenty-four he wanted to call his mother. He knew that they had all wept at the funeral, which was held in Farmington, CT. Their friends and family had all said their good byes to Elihu, but this time was still very emotional for Sam, and he thought to himself, this is going to take time, time to heal, time to let it fade.

The hurt and the pain of knowing that he was never going to see his grandfather again after all the love and kindness he had always shown to Sam, everything Sam had learned from his wise grandfather. And all the stories and the travel adventures never to discuss again.

He then looked at Marshmallow and said, taking a quote from a Humphry Bogart movie which his father was a fan of said out loud:

Here’s looking at you kid

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SEEING A CLEAR SUNSET FROM AN

ISLAND’S SHORE CAN BE

EXTREMELY MESMERIZING

Sam sipped his tea which was becoming rather tepid while he looked at the fire that was burning so perfectly well balanced and radiating such a nice warmth.

He said quietly, Well it’s either now or never. Right then a loud crack with a hiss from a log came from the fire and Sam looked up and said, Well maybe you’re still here in spirit Grandpa. A name Elihu never took kindly to being called.

Sam gently opened the thick envelope addressed to him. It had several neatly folded pages which were enclosed with a handwritten letter that began:

My dear sweet grandson Sam. If you’re holding this letter in your hand it surely means that I have now left this world, hopefully in the right direction which is to the heavens not down below the earth’s crust to the side of the Devil.

I am trusting by now that you, and all the family members, have managed to give me a nice send off to the heavens and that it was well attended by some remaining friends that were able to join in my celebration of life. I am hoping it was more of a fun affair than a morbid one.

The only thing I don’t get to find out prior to my death is how I passed away. I guess one never wants to know that part of life, but I hope I went peacefully preferably in my sleep!

Also, with the reading of my first Will and Testament, the one I wanted for your parents’ regarding any expenses for my funeral, are all set in escrow. This also allowed for a gathering at the Farmington Country Club where excellent food, wines, and cocktails should have been served.

The second Will was to be read on Nantucket a few days after that gathering, at my lawyer, Eileen Berg’s office.

As you might know, she has handled all my Nantucket properties and financial matters along with my CPA, Frank Berger..

The other Will for the Farmington Trust is handled by the law offices of Robert Romanos and Dane Wooldrige.

I am sure your parents will remember who they are.

That Will, and its wishes shall be taken care of within six months of my passing. I kept all my attorneys, Mrs. Berg, Mr. Romanos and Mr. Wooldrige updated every several months on any changes or possible changes with their law offices and staff, so everything should be current at the time of my passing.

So, Sam, here we go. I have left you the entire Nantucket estate. As you surely know, it consists of just a little over twenty-six acres of prime property. I have been approached numerous times by different brokers to divide it into two acre lots and build homes on the lots. . I am sure your parent’s have often wondered why I have been so set in my ways of not dividing and developing at least one third of the property. I could have made quite a nice sum of cash!

Sam, I am sure you are wondering why I left the entire estate to only you and I am going to explain it to you now.

Well Sam, you were the person who showed the most gusto and interest for our home here Sheltered Winds. People came and went, enjoying it along with your parents’. But they were so tied up in their own lives, and were both working, and when it came to vacation time, which was limited, they wanted you to pick a destination anywhere you wanted to go, Europe, Asia, New Zealand, or Australia. Your answer was always the same, I want to go to Nantucket and see Grampa and Grandma Leonard. It was almost like a broken record year after year. I never told you but that was such a wonderful thing to hear.

So not only was that such a wonderful thing for your grandmother and I to hear but then to go another notch further, you would bring your grandmother Alice Avery and me both gifts. We cherished all of them, your grandmother especially.

We never forget that one time when you were much younger than you are today, and you were here seven days and brought her seven gifts presenting her with one each morning. Sam. She never forgot that kind gesture even to her dying day.

Now let’s not forget last year when you were out in the fields going down to the beach and you found that kitten so small with such cute black and white markings. You named her Marshmallow after your grandmother made you some hot cocoa with marshmallows on top and the kitten kept sticking her paw out at them.

That poor kitten, she was stuck inside that old tree. If you had not happened to be walking near that decrepit rotted tree, I don’t even want to think of what the consequences would have been had she not been found. She must have climbed up, and with her curiosity, looked inside of the base from a broken limb opening several feet higher up and fallen in. By the time you managed to get her out and brought the frightened kitten back to the house and a terrible storm had moved in from the north and the wind was howling with the rain coming down sideways for what seemed to be a good six hours.

When you brought her inside through the kitchen door, I heard your grandmother react so loudly I thought someone had been shot.

I came hurriedly into the kitchen only to see her wrapping up this little scared damp, moss and dirt covered wet kitten in a kitchen towel. A few moments later the kitten was on the countertop lapping up some milk and enjoying a little canned tuna. Well we know how the rest of that story turned out. We never did find her mother and your grandmother doted over the cat night and day. Marshmallow had the run of the house and still does today. I still can’t figure out how she always knows the phone is going to ring before it does.

Sam looked over at Marshmallow who had seemed to lose interest and was now curled up on the top of the desk. He gave a little smile and said to her, "You brought grandma lots of joy in the short time she got to know you and I know, Sam glanced over at Marshmallow and said you little fur ball, you miss having her and Grampa around don’t you?

Well you’re now stuck with me Marshmallow and I am hoping we can keep a great relationship between the both of us, and he resumed reading the letter

Sam, as the story continues, we had many a visitor over the years, lots of good friends, different members of our family, a few people who had come across hard times whether it be some kind of disaster that had come their way, a house fire or job loss. We were glad to help, bearing in mind that we had to set limits as sometimes people would take advantage of one’s kindness.

It did not happen often, but we still set our guidelines on such things, as one knows, living on Nantucket people will just call out of the blue and say that they were thinking of coming out to the island it was almost like they were inviting themselves. We quickly came up with a response for them, "well we can recommend several nice guest houses in which to stay .

Getting back to the point of this letter, other nice things you always seemed to do without being asked were several times we would arrive back from either grocery shopping, or a lunch with friends only to find t that you had worked several hours in the basement or at the main house or the guest cottage. You may have been sweeping, mopping, organizing, or dusting away the gathering cobwebs., Or we would drive up to the main house and see that you had weeded the flower beds or trimmed the edges of the driveway.

Then there was the time you spent almost two full days widening the edges of the driveway where it meets the road and building up the sides of the drive with gravel and dirt. It seemed you were always pitching in and doing thoughtful things for us when you were here. Not to mention how many times you washed, waxed and vacuumed the cars, and the time you washed all the downstairs windows inside and out and cleaned all the screens.

Another fond memory was when I mentioned if anyone would like to go down to the ponds and fish you were first in line with the poles, always ready to be my fishing partner.

For your grandmother and me knowing that this house really was meant to stay in the family and not be sold, you were the first person that came to mind. Of course, we are hoping that with a little thought and organization you will still be able to have friends and family come and stay at your new home. Just like it was in the past.

You have been informed by this time I believe that all of the bills for the house will be paid directly by Mrs. Eileen Berg’s law office. She is the person that handles the Wills and Trust Department.

If such a time arises that she decides to sell the law practice, she will see that all pertinent bills are in place with a person that will have them paid for years to come.

Another thing you might be wondering is how I managed to have the financial means to make this all possible.

Well this is kind of a long story, so I will try to keep it relatively short and you are really the only person who will have this knowledge until you think the time is right to share it with other family members. (I have several copies in a file with Eileen Berg’s Trust Department to be mailed or shared in person with whomever you see fit.)

As you know I was the Vice President of a Division of Carrier, the automatic refrigeration company in Connecticut for over forty years, working directly with Cy Savage the president and owner, who was one of my dearest and closest friends until he passed away a few years back. He loved visiting Nantucket as his family had a home in Squam and he was the one who originally invited me out to Nantucket. He was the facilitator in getting me to buy this property, which was quite run down but the potential was huge, as you know how it has turned out today.

Well one day after I had retired and was spending a good amount of time out here on the island renting a place with your grandmother, I was sitting at the soda fountain counter on Main Street ordering what I used to say was the best egg salad sandwich anywhere, when a gentleman sat down on a stool on my right and was engrossed in a newspaper. He ordered a cup of coffee and continued reading his paper oblivious to his surroundings. When my sandwich was placed in front of me another man sat on the counter stool directly to my left. He asked me how the egg salad sandwich was.

I replied that it’s one of my all-time favorite rituals to enjoy at the pharmacy lunch counter once a week! He looked familiar, but I could not quite place who he was. A few moments later the man to my right put his newspaper down and the man to my left said hey Richard, how’s things?

The man named Richard looked over and said great, really great, then he also asked me how’s the egg salad? I told him more of less the same thing I told the gentleman to my left. The man to my left asked this guy Richard how his investment was doing. Richard looked blankly into space for a moment, like a deer in the headlights. He pauses for a moment and now I am thinking this poor guy next to me probably invested a thousand dollars with this clown Richard, and the money is lost and down the drain as one would say. Richard finally replies by saying well I am trying to remember what I invested your money in, I can’t really remember.

He then tells this guy, let’s do this, give me your home phone number and after I leave here, I will call my secretary Kathy Rodgers and have her look into it and I will give you a call let’s say around two p.m.

I am now feeling poorly for this guy on my left as it almost sounds like he got scammed by this guy Richard.

This guy Richard orders an egg salad sandwich, pulls the bread off it, eats about one third of the egg salad, pays his check and departs, but the funny thing to me was is he seemed to leave a pretty large tip.

I did not pay much attention to it, but I thought he gave the girl behind the counter a ten-dollar bill and told her to keep it, and a coffee and a sandwich came to about three dollars and twenty-five cents.

After he left, the gentleman to my left had finished his sandwich and commented to me that I was correct, that’s one great sandwich. He asked me if I was visiting and I explained I was renting a home in the Monomoy area and then I asked the same about him and he introduced himself as James Cashman from North Boston, his family has a compound down near Jetties Beach. That’s when I realized how I thought I recognized him. He is one very wealthy guy. So, after a little more chit-chat I asked who was that guy Richard that he was speaking with.

He tells me that Richard is kind of an odd duck so to say. Really? I ask and Mr. Cashman continued to tell me that he