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the man accused of scamming close to two hundred million dollars from his clients. Remember him?”
    I did. Reichmann was the Madoff of his day. He died without revealing what happened to some twelve million dollars the government and dozens of lawyers wanted back. He claimed the missing funds were legitimately his, arguing that he had earned it all before the alleged crime. Not surprisingly, prosecutors disagreed. They wanted to take everything from him and put him on the street in his underwear. He was to be an object example of what would happen to those who betrayed their fiduciary trust. If the missing money had been invested all these years, it added up to a princely sum.
    “If what she wants to recover is part of the money her father stole, then it’s no good,” I said. “It didn’t belong to him, and it doesn’t belong to her, either.”
    “The issue isn’t money, Jason. Not everything is about money.”
    “See, that’s where you’re wrong,” I said. “For these people, it’s all about the money who has it, where it came from, and how they can get a piece of it.”
    “Look,” she said, the edge gone from her voice as quickly as it came, “yes, her father stole millions. But what she wants belonged to her mother, and her mother alone. It’s an heirloom that had been in the family for decades. It has special significance for her.”
    I said nothing.
    “Jason, I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important. This girl needs help. I don’t know anyone else who can help her like you could. Just talk to her... please?”
    “The heirloom is the missing rag, right?” I hated myself for asking.
    “Yes!” Nora replied with renewed vigor. She could smell victory. “I don’t know much about it, but she told me her father apparently placed some sort of insurance in it. ‘For a rainy day,’ she said. In case something went wrong.”
    “Insurance?”
    “Amy thinks it may be something valuable.”
    “She thinks ?” I said, the words dripping with skepticism. “This is grand.”
    “Look, Jason, let her tell you herself. Her mother was very well off before she married Reichmann. She was born into substantial wealth. I bet whatever insurance he tucked away for Amy may have been in anticipation of what he was about to do.”
    “So she’s really missing two items, then: The old rag and something her father supposedly stashed, right?”
    “Like I said,” Nora replied, “let her tell you herself.”
    I remained silent. I didn’t want to get involved in this. I had the nagging sensation that there was a hell of a lot more to this than anyone knew, and that I wouldn’t like whatever about it that was bothering me. But what else could I do? And after all, what could it hurt to sit and just listen nothing more-- to the girl’s story?
    “Look, Jason, I know this is not what you do anymore. I get it. But this girl needs guidance. From someone who knows what to do in this kind of case. That’s you. At least point her in the right direction.”
    I remained quiet.
    “Just talk to her, please? For me?”
    “Shit. Fine,” I muttered. “But no promises.”
     
     

Three
    It was almost five o’clock when I ended the call with Nora, already ruing my decision, and finally walked into the office.
    Rene Encantos, my receptionist, office assistant, and doer of all needful things, was seated as usual at her desk, ear pressed against the phone. Smiling, she put the receiver down and indicated that Samuel Raj, the man who does all the investigate work required in my practice, was waiting in my office. Rene, with her dark olive complexion and sinister-black shoulder-length hair that somehow always looks perfect, has a look that could easily be described as luscious an unfair and exotic beauty that, when she was younger, must have made angels weep. Those looks and the air of dignified sophistication about her gave my office a certain element of credibility that I could not easily afford otherwise. She has managed my