Page 115 of Panty Dropper

She shifted in her chair uncomfortably. “Grandmother said that she would do anything to stop James Comfort’s demon seeds from getting a penny of Wentworth money.”

There was a moment of silence before Jimmy’s face broke out in a wide smile. “James Comfort’s demon seeds. Damn I wish I would’ve had T-shirts made with that phrase plastered across the front for the funeral. In burgundy, of course. Pop would’ve loved that.”

I chuckled and even Hank cracked a smile. Well, that might be overselling. The right corner of his lip twitched.

“I’m sorry.” Cheyenne appeared horrified. “They are…”

“Horrible human beings. Yeah, we know.” Jimmy patted her hand.

“And you have nothing to apologize for, Shadow.” I grinned.

Cheyenne’s shoulders relaxed as she blew out a breath.

“Okay.” Jimmy clapped and rubbed his hands together. “What did you find, Nancy Drew?”

“Nancy Drew?” My brow furrowed.

“Yeah, Nancy Drew and the Case of the Missing Trust Fund.” Jimmy said with a self-satisfied look on his face.

“You know that all you did there was to reveal that you used to read Nancy Drew books.”

“What did you find?” Hank set his hand down on the table, not amused by our banter.

“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.”

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