I was in the family room again early the next day, looking at the photos and the information that I have gotten the previous day. Even though I had read through all of the information three different times, I still felt like I was missing something. I had a feeling that the frame had to be important so I was focusing on this. I had heard about this story one other time about how sometimes people would hide keys or notes in the frames of pictures. It was owned at one time by a Russian prince then to a powerful family in Germany. There had to be something in that frame because the actually painting wasn't worth dying over. I just needed to find out what was the key in the frame. Maybe then I could figure out who did this crime. I needed to get back on the streets again and ask around.

