{"text":"This was his first trip on the Ossifar Distana, his first real splash in life. Look what it got him. Mister Smiff liked anonymity. He kept a low profile, often traveling under assumed names, claiming to be anything from a banker to a (very) successful life insurance salesman. He’d never broken the law, at least not irreparably. He was quite generous, well liked, sponsoring many charities anonymously – which is why it was so surprising to find him floating face down in the private spa in his apartment, murdered. He had been murdered, unless it was a freak shaving accident. Those old razors weren’t called cut-throats for nothing. Yikes.","author":"Christina Engela","tags":["accident","anonymity","anonymously","apartment","charities","claiming","distana","for","freak","generous","he-d","him","in","irreparably","it","law","life","liked","look","murdered","names","never","not","nothing","often","old","ossifar","profile","razors","salesman","so","successful","surprising","the","this","to","traveling","unless","very","well","what","yikes"],"id":40758,"author_id":"Christina+Engela"}