By following the directions Garcia had sent them, Rossi and Blake easily located the Schulman Brothers Funeral Home, which occupied a prominent location on the main street of Duncanville.
"Well," Rossi commented as he got out of the car and stood looking at the faux southern mansion housing the funeral home and mortuary.
"They always look the same, don't they?" Blake commented as she joined him. "I suspect they are trying to look suitably solemn."
"And, I can probably guess what the inside looks like as well," Rossi replied as he led the way to the front door.
As the two agents entered the lobby of the funeral home, they were approached by a black clad receptionist.
"May I help you?" she inquired solicitously.
"Agents David Rossi and Alexandra Blake of the FBI," Rossi handed his business card to the woman. "We would like to speak with whichever Schulman brother is available."
"If you will wait here," the woman requested before disappearing down a thickly carpeted hallway.
"Carnations," Blake sniffed the air. "And it is always so cold in these places." She rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm them.
"A necessary evil," Rossi observed as he looked around the somber lobby with its ticking grandfather clock.
"Agents?" the middle aged man walking down the hall towards them was also attired in black and was holding Rossi's business card. "How may I help you?"
"We have some questions concerning two of your former – clients?" Rossi replied. "Perhaps we could speak in private?"
"Of course," the man agreed. "If you could come this way – " He began leading the way towards the rear of the building.
"By the way, I am Richard Schulman," he added over his shoulder. "And, before you ask, my grandfather and great uncle were the original Schulman brothers. My father took over the business from them, and I am the current owner."
"A family business then," Rossi observed as he took a seat in front of the antique wooden desk in the owner's office.
"In every sense of the word," the man agreed. "Now, what can I help you with?"
"I believe you handled the final arrangements for both Missy Logan and Amy Richardson," Blake began the conversation. "And, we are interested in knowing exactly who may have come into contact with both of their bodies."
"Well, Missy Logan was what – ten years ago?" the funeral direction questioned. "Those records are in storage. However, my guess would be that my father handled everything himself. If I remember right, it was a high profile situation and I doubt that he would have trusted anyone else to handle her. My mother may have dressed her, but I can't imagine anyone else being involved."
"As for Amy Richardson, I handled her myself. Again, due to the notoriety surrounding her demise, I didn't want anyone else to be involved. I even dressed her myself, although our beautician did handle the final make-up application."
"So, no one else would have seen the condition of the bodies?" Rossi questioned.
"No," the man assured him. "Just my father and me. I do remember Miss Richardson's condition, though. Are you telling me that Miss Logan had the same - ?"
"Yes," Blake told her. "As does Dawn Sheldon, who I believe just arrived."
"And, we would appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone," Rossi added.
"As I said, Agent," the man replied. "This is a family business and our reputation is based on our ability to be discrete. I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about."
He hesitated for a moment. "Miss Sheldon is in our prepping room at the moment and I was getting ready to go down there when you arrived," he told them. "If you would like to accompany me?"
"No," Rossi quickly assured him as he stood up to leave. "We are all set here."
"Thank you for your help," Blake added as she also rose to her feet.