His plans had not erased the bills on my table.

Some funds were not yet accessible.

Some next steps still needed completing.

But the evidence no longer supported my first fear that he had simply emptied everything for Leo.

I felt relief, then anger that relief could arrive without answering the question I cared about most.

Who was he?

Saved correspondence referred repeatedly to Oakridge, a town about forty minutes away.

The same address appeared in documents associated with visits.