A current of excitement ran through Val. She took the folder. “I was planning to go there tomorrow.” “Well, I beat you to it. Ned couldn’t find out on the phone if Scott gave financial talks there. Figured I’d do better in person. I pretended I was looking to move there. Had to listen to the sales pitch and tour the place. Then they let me go off on my own and talk to the people living there.” He went into the sitting room. Why couldn’t Granddad just tell her what he’d learned? Getting information from him was like trying to reel in something tugging on a line. It took a lot of maneuvering to find out if it was a fish or a waterlogged shoe. She followed him into the sitting room and perched on the old tweed sofa. “Did you find anyone who knew about the investment seminars?” “Yup, but they couldn’t come up with the name of the guy who gave the talks. Some folks thought his aunt or mother lived in the community. None of them knew her name either.” Darn. Just an old shoe.
