“I want to begin the process of closing this account,” I told him.
He frowned slightly. “That could immediately alert whoever is currently accessing it.”
“Good.”
He studied me for a moment before nodding. I handed over every document I’d carried from office to office while settling Daniel’s affairs ten years earlier.
Three days later, someone knocked on the front door.
“That may trigger immediate alerts to anyone currently using it.”
The man standing on my porch looked older and worn down compared to the son I remembered, but there was no mistaking Daniel. Laura stood just behind him, thinner than before, her eyes darting nervously.
“So it’s true. You are alive,” I said.
