“In the attic, I found some journals from Mama and in them was this. It’s the trust.” I passed the trust papers to Hank first. He looked through them before passing them to Cheyenne who did the same before handing them to Jimmy.
“I had Reagan look them over and basically it says that Mama’s trust would’ve been available to her when she turned thirty. Since she passed three months before that date, the trust is split evenly between her benefactors.” I pointed to our names listed. “Us.”
“Holy shit!” Jimmy shouted.
I figured he must’ve seen the amount we were talking about.
“Henry Moonlight Comfort, and William Sunshine Comfort?! How in the hell did I not know your middle names?”
Hank snatched the paper back from Jimmy, whose eyes were the size of golf balls.
We were getting sidetracked and we only had a few more minutes to wrap this up before Reagan showed up. And from the murderous look in Hank’s eyes, Jimmy wouldn’t last that long if he said one more word about the middle names.
“The only reason that the funds wouldn’t be released is if there were outstanding circumstances surrounding Mama’s death.”
“Outstanding circumstances?” Cheyenne asked the same thing I had of Reagan.
“Foul play.” I explained. “Meaning if she was murdered or committed suicide.”
“It was an accident.” Jimmy looked between Hank and I, probably not trusting that he knew the whole story since he’d recently found out he had a sister he didn’t know about, and that our middle names were Moonlight and Sunshine. “Mama died in a car accident. Right?”
“That’s what we were told. But Reagan and I went to the police station this morning and got the official report.” I pulled the pages out.
“What does it say?” Hank asked as I slid them across the table to him.
“Not a lot from what I could piece together. There have to be pages missing or something. That, or they were intentionally left out of what I was given. Which could be the case. Dawson didn’t even want to give me that. If Reagan hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have.”
“Okay, so let’s say we get the report and can prove that it was an accident. What kind of money are we talking about?” Jimmy leaned forward on his elbows.
“Fifty—”
“Fifty k, holy shit!” He smiled.
“Million,” I corrected. “Fifty million.”
Jimmy’s face went white and he sat back in his chair, his jaw hanging down to the ground. Cheyenne had no reaction at all. Hank’s expression somehow turned even stonier.
I heard the squeak of the screen door before Reagan appeared around the corner. She wore a wide smile but it dropped when she saw us all sitting there silently. “Did I come at a bad time? I can go.”
As she started to turn I grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto my lap. I loved that I could do that now. “I just told them how much is in the trust. Hank, you always wondered how much it would take to shut Jimmy up. I guess you got your answer.”
Cheyenne and Reagan both chuckled. Hank and Jimmy remained quiet.
A timer dinged and Cheyenne asked, “Is the meeting over? I need to—”
“Meeting adjourned.” I pretended to hit the table with an imaginary gavel. “You are dismissed.”
My sister smiled and rolled her eyes as she stood.
“Can I help you with anything?” Reagan started to stand but I held her in place.
“No!” Cheyenne waved her hand. “I’ve got it.”
“No.” I whispered in Reagan’s ear as I squeezed her ass. “I got it.”
She side-eyed me as she shook her head as her lips curled. “Stop.”
I winked at her at the same time a loud chime I didn’t recognize rang out.
“What’s that?” I asked Cheyenne thinking it was some sort of alarm.
My sister shrugged.
Reagan tilted her head to the side. “I think that’s your doorbell.”
“Oh. I’ve never heard it before.” I stood and scooped Reagan into my arms, cradling her.
She gasped as she threw her arms around my neck. “What are you doing?”
“Checking to see if you’re right.”
“Put me down.” She squirmed, giggling as I rounded the corner.
I couldn’t see clearly through the screen but I was able to tell from the outline that there was a man in a suit standing there.
“Reagan.” The man spoke her name and Reagan’s entire body stiffened as her head spun toward the sound.
“Blaine?” she breathed as I set her feet on the ground.
So many questions were flying around in my head at the situation I was being presented with. The