The Seidas lived in a recently developed area of the city. Their house, the largest on the crescent, had a massive front window that spanned two floors and half the floor span in width. The front yard, immaculately landscaped, boasted a slate walkway lined with several matching oversized planters holding an array of tropical plants that had started to wither away in the chilled autumn air.
The mini-mansion clearly defined just how wealthy the Seidas were by looking every bit as obnoxious as its owners. Cassie pursed her lips, raising a questioning brow as she recalled the missing money from the Slippery Pole. Why would Ryan steal money when they could clearly afford a lavish life? Eighty-thousand-dollars would be chump change to him. But if he didn't take the money, then who did?
As she
