There was a new and interesting light on everything. I was consumed by the idea of a horde of angry and frightened senior citizens, worried, possibly with cause, that they’d been taken. What had Reese really done, if anything, and what was facing him, and how much did it matter to him? There was, of course, the possibility that Belle and her friends were on the wrong track. I didn’t understand finance, let alone its nuances, so perhaps there were real reasons Reese couldn’t or shouldn’t liquidate the old people’s accounts. Maybe he’d been in the right, protecting their funds. On the other hand, was it possible that the small man seen by the witness was one of the elderly and enraged? And if so—who was his Sasha-look-alike cohort? An able-bodied child? A would-be heir avenging the evaporation of her inheritance? But—in my hotel room? Why on earth? It wasn’t clear whether any legal action against him had been begun, either. It would be nice to think it had, that Reese was in immediate danger of exposure, but it would take Belle and Lala a while to find that out.
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