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client, which I trust you will.” She offered a subtle smile, which only flashed brief light into her eyes. “You are, of course, free to choose another financial representative.”
    Sean’s head was spinning. Less than an hour ago, he had a beat-up car, a rental house, a battered couch and lived paycheck to paycheck. In a matter of minutes, he had become a multi-billionaire with businesses and accountants.
    Daphne brought over a small wooden chest and placed it on the table in front of him. “This box is to be opened by you. None of us have seen the contents.”
    Sean pinched the latch on the chest.
    Daphne smiled as she handed him the key. “You can open this here, or in private. That is up to you. Now, we will need to take care of some paperwork. We only require about a hundred signatures.” She laughed.
    He nodded, but his mind was trying to process everything. He came in a working man and he would leave never needing to work another day in his life.
    He signed the paperwork, his thoughts skipping everywhere, but mainly focused on the two pieces of advice from Quinn’s letter—to find love and to follow his heart. To Sean, these two things were one and the same. But how to go about it?
    “How fast will I have access to the money?” he asked.
    Daphne smiled. “It will take a few days for everything to be finalized, but it’s technically yours now.”
    “A few days?” Now that he had the money, he had a purchase to make as soon as possible—the most perfect birthday gift for Sara. “Is there any way I could access some of it immediately?”

    The Graham siblings shared looks, but Kate Brackett answered. “That can definitely be arranged.”

 

     
    What’s In A Name
     
    CUNNINGHAM’S FACEBOOK TIMELINE SHOWED HIM complaining of “druggies” coming to his door looking for an Eddie. It turns out Eddie was also the name of a well-known drug dealer that lived one street over from Cunningham’s house.
    Sara knocked on the door again. “Open up. Albany PD!”
    She heard scuffling inside, footsteps going this way and that, things being moved around. She glanced behind. Two squad cars and three uniforms backed her up; one stood at the base of the stairs with his gun readied. A narcotics detective had offered to come along but she’d declined him. If things went sideways, she had enough fire power.
    “Once more. Albany PD! You open up or we’re coming in.”
    The deadbolt clunked as it was unlocked and the door opened, only the amount the chain would allow.
    One eyeball looked at her through the crack.
    She held up her badge. “We’re looking for Eddie.”
    “He’s not here.” The guy went to close the door, but Sara pushed her boot against it to prevent that from happening.
    “Let us see for ourselves.”
    “No. No way.” The guy shook his head rapidly.
    “We have something of his he may want back.” Sara held up a baggie of white powder—the one they had collected was coke, but this one contained icing sugar.
    “It’s not ours.”
    “Funny. It was taken off one of your customers.”
    She pulled her leg back and the door shut, then the chain slid across and the door opened.
    He kept most of his body concealed, but extended a hand. “Let me see.”
    Sara handed over the baggie.
    He held it in the light, and then said, “One minute.”
    “Sure.”
    She was thankful for one trait she possessed—patience. She also preferred to give people the benefit of the doubt. It was something that she was ridiculed for in her line of work, but it secured her role as “good cop.”
    Footsteps bounded back.
    “This ain’t drugs, lady. It’s sugar.” He handed her back the powder and closed the door.
    For some reason, hearing him say what she already knew provided a revelation. The man who shot Cunningham was carrying drugs, so he wasn’t there looking for Eddie to score—she knew what happened.
    She couldn’t wait to tell Sean how close they were to solving this case. She dialed his cell but it