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"Any thoughts?" Jessica asked. They were back home, having a late lunch of Red Baron pizza. Alex didn't remember, but it was apparently one of his favorites. Does seem familiar though. Maybe it's in there somewere, in my brain. What do I think? They laid some heavy stuff on me. That hospital is some kind of criminal outfit? "It looks pretty bad." Alex replied. "If half of it is right. Besides trying to get my life back, I don't have anything else to occupy me. I may have trouble keeping up for a while." "I understand. It's important to some other people, apparently. If Harry is working on several other cases. And as he said, most people don't have the money or connections to get anything done. Especially if the entire community is against them, or at least unable of unwilling to help." "Yeah. Guess we're lucky. At least financially." "Money is the least of our worries." Jessica said. "I'm a trust fund baby. Maybe not a Hearst or Rockefeller, but dad left us well fixed. "And as I told you, you've got over a million just in your 401K, somewhere over six hundred thousand in several banks in Jonesboro. Your safes full of silver coins, I'd estimate somewhere around a half million. You have no debts, your property is all paid for. And, by the way, you've got something like twenty-four hundred in monthly social security. So nothing to worry about there." "Nice. Now all I have to do is live long enough to get some of my money back." Alex said. "Let's do it, whatever it is." "Well, short-term, I'll get Harry started with the records tomorrow. I suspect it will be detective work, so maybe the best we can do is pay to get it done. And when it's time for the lawyers we'll have the ammunition. Meanwhile, let's get you back functioning properly. Anything special you want to do tomorrow?" "I believe I need to be getting out to the farm as much as possible. See what it does for my memory. And going through my stuff here, on my computers. It looks like I kept track of everything in there." "You did. It may take a while, but you'll probably find a lot of useful things there." "I hope so. There's a lot to go through."
Alex was exploring, searching through files on his computers. A lot of stuff there. What part was important right away? The gold. Wonder where I put that. Go through the house in Paragould? Use a metal detector?" He wouldn't have buried it, surely. On a small residential lot. What did the place look like? This one? "Your house in Paragould is in a subdivision off Pruett... never mind. You'd have to see it, see if you can remember. It's over by the country club, nice, lots about an acre. Not a lot of trees, they were fairly new houses then. I doubt you would have buried it outdoors." Probably in the house then. "We can drive up tomorrow if you want to." "Yeah, let's do that. We'll need a metal detector. Any large packages of gold it should find." "I'll call around and see if someone in town has them in stock. If not we can next-day it from Amazon." "OK. I'm going to go back and make a copy of the records for Harry. It's going to take a while. Call if you need me." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went back to her improvised office. She kisses me, so naturally, like it was always. Oh yeah, we were sleeping together. How can that memory come back? How could it not have? |
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