A woman stood up from a table by the door, obviously a native islander. She was gorgeous, with the dark skin and smooth, raven black hair. She smiled brightly, and waved me to a chair in front of her at the table. She had spread out in front of her, at least ten different print-outs of homes that I guess we were going to look at.

"Hello Mr. Holmes. I am Leia," she said softly.

"Hi, and please, call me James."

"OK, James it is. First, let's go over these and narrow it down to ones that you actually like the look of. No point in checking out a place...