"Risa? It’s Mike."
It said a lot about my state that it took me several moments to remember that Mike was our accountant. He’d also been Mom’s accountant and, I suspected, a whole lot more—although that was something neither he nor she had confirmed.
"Mike," I said, rolling over onto my back and wiping the sleep from my eyes. "What’s up?"
I glanced at the clock as I said it and discovered it was nearly midday. I’d slept a whole lot longer than I’d intended.
"I need you to come in and sign some documents so we can complete the transfer of several of your mom’s assets," he said. "I’m free at three—does that suit?"
I somehow restrained a yawn and said, "I guess."
"Good. I’ll see you then." He hung up, but the phone rang again almost immediately. This time, the vid-screen opened up, revealing Stane.
"Hey," he said, sounding far too cheerful for someone who spent his entire life sitting behind com-screens. "How’s it going?"
"I’ve had better weeks," I replied honestly enough. "What’s up?"
"I’ve done a sweep of your place and removed several bugs. You’ll be pleased to know there were no monitors." He paused, then added a little dramatically, "And I’ve had a minor breakthrough."
My heart skipped several beats. "You’ve found the missing man behind the consortium?"
"Nope."
"You’ve discovered who our mystery man known only as Harlen really is?"
"Remember, I used the word minor," he said drily. "So no."
"Then what?"