The morning sun streamed through the windows of George's Chicago apartment, casting long shadows across the kitchen table where he sat with his coffee. The letter from Jonathan Sterling sat open in front of him, the words burning into his memory.
*Dear Mr. Blackwood,*
*I have discovered additional documents pertaining to your father's hidden assets. These documents suggest that Julian Blackwood had secret accounts. Accounts that no one knew about. Accounts that were never discovered by the authorities.*
*I believe you have the right to know where the money came from. And who it was meant for.*
*Please contact my office at your earliest convenience.*
*Sincerely,*
*Jonathan Sterling, Esq.*
George stared at the letter. His father had hidden assets. Secret accounts. Money that no one kn
