removed another folder, thinner than the first but marked with Victor’s initials.
“I was told there were missing records,” I answered.
“There are.”
“Where?”
“Some are in these emails.”
“And the others?”
“Victor’s attorney kept copies.”
“Eleanor?”
“No.”
“Victor used a law firm in the city called Harrow and Bell.”
It was one of the oldest firms in the state, known for estate planning, corporate litigation, and the sort of discretion wealthy families treated as a private form of insurance.
“Why didn’t Victor’s estate attorney tell me about them?”
“Because
