"Its been a couple weeks of me being here Dottie! I don't want to hide out in Audrey Lane for the rest of my life!! (Heather hangs up the phone) Vinny grab me some melon water and crisp cucumbers for my eyes, I need a rest! Yes Madam. (Speaking to herself....) How much longer do I have to pay the price of the worlds after thoughts? How did I end up here in cheery lane?"

Heather reaches down into a leather handbag and pulls out photos of her life in New York. You see, these photos were taken not only by paparazzi but also the international affairs who have spied on her for a long time. Time in the Big Apple was hectic, fun and electric. This high class mid forties character seemingly written from the Gossip Girl Memoirs had it all, The swanky flat in mid town, all the hip clothes and accessories.

The friend group was balling, just some people who liked to smoke weed and drink kombucha on the daily, yet with all the money in the world. Heather Sailor had it made in New York! By day she worked at the auction house "Mikkim Auctions" all the fine art of the world came and went through this flaunty establishment. High rollers and day traders. You name it, its even rumored Lady GaGa had current bids on the rise always there! By night all the clubs knew Heather and her friends. VIP Baby all the way.

Gender Fluid they were and they identified with she/her pronouns. Each night another human escaped her bed.😊

One night she decided to bed the wealthy heir to a mafia throne, Daniel Jackson. A man from the military and wealth. He was fun, liked his party drugs, weapons and sex- MOST OF ALL SEX. The man couldn't get enough of it. These two were bound to meet and when they did, electric made its name for them! The two of them were inseparable and all of who's who of New York knew them on a first name basis. Well Father Mafia came around and introduced Heather to the riches of the world and paved ways for her to make an additional profit. Her publicist Dottie was never found of the Jackson Clan. Long roots on Connor's Island and well that's where they ended up! Her time in New York was a but a memory as Daniel and she were relocated to the nearby Kinney Cove.

Soon it became known that this mafia Familia were also behind some of the greatest robberies in North America including New York's Met & Natural History Museum. Items began disappearing by night and Heather became suspect number one. Dating the up-and-coming Daniel, she had to be the rabbit in the hat for the family. Christmas came around for the Familia Jackson, and all seemed well in Kinney Cove.

This little Greek aspiration of the Island, light snow fitted the streetlights and walk ways. There was a glow off the docks where the ships came into dock. The perfect little hideaway for some Art Thieves. Daniel walked Heather by the hand and led her down to a beautiful wooden bench under what seemed to be the only lit oil lamp lantern in the world on this night. He got down on one knee and opened a tiny box, revealing a pure Diamond, straight from the Dahlia Diamond Collection.

A fog of winters dust set the scene; but as Daniel prepared to say the words he was shot to death by an unknown. As his body fell into the waters, Heather went with him. She had pretended she too was shot and stayed under water for some time avoiding the unknown.

The next morning, she discovered their home had been ransacked and the Familia had to make her disappear. After months abroad, she would return in plain sight to Audrey.

Vinny brings Heather her requests and she places the photos down. He leaves her to her peace. Quite high up in the Thomas Craig, Heather's view was breathtaking. She spent most of her time in her bedroom, as she had security and such occupying the rest of the loft at all times. Hard wood floors, original wood of the Castle occupy this space. A low-rise queen waterbed a relic of its own was her favorite part of the loft. No headboard, yet there was this architectural masterpiece carved out of white rock and wood that imaged a 3D aesthetic out above her as she slept. Heather called it her living dreamcatcher.

A small window showcased the rain outside on any given day. Amongst the photos and collectables, she managed to hang onto, she desperately wanted a piece back that she had given to another tenant who knew who she was. The day Amulet, prized for its originality and charm this piece was worth two million dollars. Apparently, it is so accurate it can determine time of the weather as well.

With her secret exposed to the man in the lower dwellings, Heather needed a plan. After a few hours of self spa-ing. She came up with a plan to put her bootlegging to work. She would use her charm, looks and royalties and bed the man. When she gets him to her suite, she will be alone with him in her room, and that tiny picture window will be the picture-perfect way to drop him to his death.

Heather puts on a silky red garment, sporting a Jessica Rabbit vibe and makes her way to leave. Suddenly she notices the fireplace, as though for the first time. It sits next to the window, unused of course but dreamy in its effect. Puzzled at her thoughts it appears, she then sees an invitation. An invitation titled 58 to join him on the roof. Thinking this is kismet, she heads down to visit the man in number four.