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Mom had gone to bed with a legal brief she wanted to review, and Gas was contentedly snoring on his cushion near the heating vent. On impulse, I reached for my laptop, opening the secure browser Kyle's security team had installed. If I couldn't stop thinking about it, I might as well do some research of my own. I started with what we knew about Edward Porter. Most of the information was fragmentary, gleaned from business registrations and financial disclosures required by regulatory bodies.

It seemed surprising he could down so much and still have that trim narrow shape. I glanced over at that wall that was lined with hand weights. He must work out a lot to eat that way. “You never eat at work.” I noted. “Don’t do anything but sit there.” I thought about that. Probably true. This version of Porter struck me as being very active. When he was at Chase & Walker he was sitting doing accounting. Seeming entirely at peace doing nothing but scribbling in ledgers and typing notes on his computer. But when he’s not there, he’s like this.

Stephen thought for a moment and said, “Young Master, I have never heard of this name before.” Porter’s father, Leonardo, was not well-known in Eastcliff, and he was nothing more than a lackey who was constantly by Sheldon’s side. Moreover, when he had met with an accident, his son, Porter, was just a child. Therefore, not many people knew about him. Charlie asked again, “Then, let me ask you, did the Wade family have any conflicts or contradictions with anyone with the last name Waldron about ten to twenty years ago?”

Teresa, the raven-haired woman that was the closest thing to a friend I had. And Porter. Porter was an unassuming quiet accountant that had promoted to Oversight to review the work of the others. He was very good at what he did and was a self-starter. He never asked for anything, rarely spoke at all. As long as his cup of black coffee was full, he hardly moved at all. Flicking through spreadsheets. Rita usually filled his cup when she got the pot to fill hers as her addiction was every bit as bad as his. I took off my suit jacket and slid into my desk chair. Clicking through spreadsheets as I inspected those, Porter had already sent over this morning. I was very quick to get through them whi