Valerie could simply have been a tenant renting that beautiful house from Oakmont.

Richard could have just been acting as the property manager, closing out her estate after she died.

That would explain the thick folder in his locked filing cabinet.

That would explain why he was seen at the house packing up boxes.

He was just managing our investments, building a secret nest egg to pay for this incredible early retirement.

I traced the raised gold foil letters on the ship’s smokestack.

He wanted to take me to Europe for an entire month.