She dressed in her clothes from the day before, which had spent the night in the dryer, and headed out with Brennen by 10:30 that morning. His father wasn’t in the office but the receptionist was, and she waved them back while keeping the phone to her ear and jotting down details for a later appointment. “I don’t know for sure if he’d have copies still from a will executed a decade ago, but if he does, they’d be in here.” Brennen led her into the small file room next to his father’s office, where rows upon rows of filing cabinets sat. He scanned the dates on the drawers, leading her around the room until he found the ones he wanted. His keychain held a small key that worked the lock, and he swung the drawer open to search the files. Gina peered over his shoulder as he looked, cycling through alphabetized names straight to the very back, and then shook his head. Brennen sighed. “I don’t see Cassidy. It’s possible he filed it under the year the will was drawn up, however.
