"Well..." He puffs out a sigh. "Back when I worked in Miami, there was this fella. Just been caught after a year-long manhunt. He was runnin' a pretty good grift, actually, he started out sellin' contemporary art to rich folks, made up all these artists and blabbed on about the symbology and whatnot, but it was all just shit from his garage. He was involved in other stuff, too, far less savoury stuff, as fellas like that tend to be. But after he got caught, we took the house, held onto it for a while. Beautiful beachfront property."