As Lucien's secretary and the building janitor clear away the chairs . . . .
"This is a little awkward, Keira."
"Decidedly so. How long have you known about this, Lucien?"
"Only a few days. I had already agreed to represent the James siblings before I found out why they needed me. In retrospect they must have been looking for someone who was new to town. Anyone else would have refused them as clients as soon as the name 'St. Clair' was mentioned."
Keira sighs. "I feel so badly for the family, especially my grandmother. I don't know her extremely well, but I did visit here occasionally as a child. This must be a terrible blow for her, and I'm not just talking about the financial aspect of it."
"Yes. I knew the moment they revealed the existence of that journal that the repercussions in this town would be catastrophic."
"So, what's next?"
"I'm investigating that Swiss bank account that Old Man St. . . . I mean, that your grandfather set up for Ms. Makeda. Apparently she wouldn't touch it for herself, but she made sure that her daughter knew the entire story, including the existence of the journal and the will. The daughter was just as proud as her mother. Fortunately she married a man who took good care of her and their children, but the family fell on bad times after her husband passed away. Then she died unexpectedly in a car accident, leaving her children to fend for themselves. Not without first sharing the whole tale with them, however. They've been brought up on stories of how they've inherited a fortune."
"When do you expect to find out about the account?"
"It shouldn't be long, at least I hope not. The cloud hanging over this town is depressing."
To be continued . . .