“Nothin' that creepy, but let's just say it," he frowned as he searched for what to say.

“Ever here of that horny goat weed stuff?"

“None of that stuff works."

“That wine made a name for itself for getting people worked up shall we say. Local boys used to call it sex in a bottle. It got pulled from the market because of it."

"A date rape wine?" Emma's eyes widened.

"I suppose the people who shut it down were afraid it could be used for that. But the recipe's been passed down and Robin has a stash of it in her wine cellar."

“And gave it away as a housewarming present I take it."

Ernest grinned.

“Talked to her about it once, she said she wanted new folks to relax and enjoy their first night in their new home as much as possible."

"So the women who lived here before, they'd act...not ladylike?"

“Maria and Mary were both very proper women, frigid would be a word men might use. Few weeks living here they're walking around town dressed like girls half their age." He pointed to her, "Kind of Like you. Heard you were a lawyer. Lawyers dress like this around young men and tease them?"

"No, but what are we getting at here?"

"Guess I'm teasing too," he admitted.

"Like I said I only know some things, but there's someone who wants to talk to you."

"Who?" Her stomach tightened once more at the way he'd said it.

"Word got out Robin rented the house again. We're a local agent for all the big moving companies, so once the stuff gets into Chicago we take it from there."

“After Mary, this person asked me if I moved anyone else in here I wouldn't keep my mouth shut if I saw anything odd and would give you their number."

"I'LL take it." She didn't care how eager she sounded.

"Good." Ernest reached into his shirt pocket.

"She knows a lot more than I..."

His words were cut off by a loud crash from the other room followed by Eric yelling, "Think you're funny now, you piece of shit?"

There was another crash and someone else shouted.

“Jesus Christ, man calm down!"

Emma leaped up from her seat, but moving with a quickness that belied his age, Ernest was already on his feet and hurrying into the living room. Emma was right behind him and when they entered the room, she stopped and stared at the sight before her.

The nephew was on the floor, blood flowing from his nose. Ernest's son was standing in front of him, his hands on Eric's chest, yelling at him to calm down and trying to push him back. But it was Eric that caught her attention.