“He’s going crazy,” I said, showing Rachel the screen.

“He thinks he’s a multi-millionaire already.”

“The probate court hasn’t even released the first dime,” Rachel said.

“Exactly,” I said.

“He’s borrowing against a shadow.”

I paid for the coffee, stood up, and tucked the envelope securely under my arm.

“I’m going to see Jerome,” I said.

“Keep an eye on the accounts. Let me know if he tries to drain the actual savings.”

“I’m on it,” Rachel said, giving me a firm nod.

I drove across town to the law offices of Carter & Associates.

The rain started to fall again, streaking the windshield with gray, watery lines.

Jerome’s office was quiet, smelling of leather books and expensive floor wax.

He welcomed me into his private conference room and offered me a cup of tea.

“Did you bring the evidence, Avery?” Jerome asked, setting his glasses on the mahogany table.

I laid the manila envelope in front of him.

“Hotel logs, security footage stills, and receipts,” I said.

“They date back to October.”

Jerome opened the folder and began reviewing the documents one by one.