The house was quiet after Chelsea went upstairs.
Logan remained in the kitchen, staring at the old filing cabinet near the pantry.
The cabinet had belonged to his father.
Albert had left it behind when he moved out because it held copies of the renovation invoices and business paperwork.
Logan pulled open the top drawer.
Receipts.
Insurance documents.
Old tax forms.
He opened the second drawer.
The folder for the renovation loan was near the back.
He pulled it out and spread the contents across the counter.
There was the promissory note.
There were copies of the bank transfers.
There was a statement from the investment firm dated four years earlier, included as proof of collateral when the business line had been renewed.
Logan almost set it aside.
Then he saw the figure in the lower right corner.
He read it once.
Then again.
Verified liquid securities: $803,417.29.
His breath caught.
