Karen’s address was in a gated community with a security booth. The officer at the gate eyed me wearily when I pulled up. “What’s your business here, son?” “I am here to work on Ms. Smith’s computer.” “Oh? She did not leave word. I will have to call.” I waited and could not help laughing when I heard her yell at him over the speaker phone. “Well! Let him in!” “Good luck fella,” He said, rolling his eyes when he opened the gate. I found her address. Whoa, what a big ass house. Not a mansion by any means but they were apparently well, and I mean, Well Off.