After December’s Debt, I thought the ledger was closed. I was wrong.
The smoke had barely cleared from December’s Debt when a new ghost and an An Inheritance of Grief walked into my office—one from my own past. Angela Bennett. A name tied to regrets I buried deep. The hunt for her wasn’t just another case; it was a reckoning. The trail started cold, weaving through forgotten memories and whispers from the past, leading to a truth buried in Oakmont. This file details that long, dark road. Some inheritances aren’t paid in cash.











