The security guard recognized him and took the initiative to chat with him. "You are the husband of Miss Tate, the owner of house 13, right? I remember you."

Elliot's eyes darkened awkwardly. "We divorced."

"Oh... No wonder we don't see Miss Tate around lately," the guard said as he retrieved the visitor form. "Are you going in?"

"She isn't staying here?" Elliot accepted the form but did not fill it in right away.

"Her door is always closed during my morning round, but I can't say for sure. Maybe she is just resting at home. I think she got sick and is probably recovering from it."

Elliot immediately proceeded to fill in his information at the guard's words and tried to sound as casual as possible when he asked, "When did you hear of her falling sick?"

"About two months ago! She hired a new nanny, and I've spoken to that person a couple of times. She is a nurse, and she was hired to care for Miss Tate," said the guard as he studied the information Elliot had written down, before