Egads!

I was in love with Nancy Drew when I was 12 and 13. Now I have a suspicious mind. If I don't see my reclusive neighbor for several days in a row I figure his renter has done away with him, wrapped him in an old tarp and stuffed him in a trunk in the attic. Then this renter has assumed my neighbor's identity, transferred the property into his name and the authorities won't listen to me at all...in fact I imagine them saying: "Who do you think you are anyway, Nancy Drew?" Meanwhile I keep my eyes glued to the little attic crawl space in his rafters looking for some kind of sign....