The family dog, a brown lab, met him at the door—tail wagging. “Hi, Otis. How’s the puppy?” Tom reached down and patted the dog on the head. Tom made an immediate left and walked up the stairs to the second level—the dog followed. Upstairs, he walked the hall and then turned right into the office. A computer desk sat along the back of the room. There was a couch to his right and a small television on a table along the left wall. He slid the door open for the closet—inside stood a four foot tall metal file cabinet. He pulled the top drawer open and flipped through the folders until he found one marked pay stubs. He slid the file out and thumbed through it until he found the most recent one. The file was slipped back where it came from. Otis stood at the doorway of the room observing. The next on his list was the tax bill for the house. He found it in the file marked property. With the two pieces of paperwork in hand, he just needed one more item.
