When things didn't make sense, Mr. Smith knew the best way to find out what didn't fit was to keep digging until you found that one piece of information that made everything make complete sense. He knew the answer was just waiting to be found, he just had to do a little digging to find out what it was. To him the current story didn't make sense. Private investigators don't turn on a dime for no reason at all. Jessica Johnson didn't win any lotteries in the last day or two, so what was Edgar Willis' reason for his sudden change of heart? They were confident that a lack of funds would encourage all the PI's to turn her away because they didn't have the manpower or the resources to conduct that kind of search without good financial support. Ms. Johnson still doesn't have that kind of finances, so what had changed?

Did Edgar do a little research of his own and become sympathetic to her cause? It's very possible and wouldn't be the first time it happened to the program either. Not the kind of PI they want on the case; a believer. Edgar Willis didn't at first seem to be that kind of guy, so if he's not a believer and not a member of the good will, then what the hell was driving him to dig into the case and help her out? These were the questions that kept Smith up at night, and determined to find the answer, he called in a few favors to audit a few accounts and find out what or who might be paying for this adventure. Someone had to be paying for it, and if wasn't Ms. Johnson it had to be someone else because Willis didn't seem like the kind of guy would eat that kind of bill. His partner Tucker was too frugal to let something like that ruin their already fragile business. The answer was out there and he was determined to make sure this reason wasn't going to be a serious threat to the program.

After waiting hours to hear back from someone who owed him a few favors, the email he had been waiting for finally arrived. Mr. Smith eagerly opened the email and started to scan the details he had asked for, which were delivered without a single question. His contacts knew better to ask, and whenever they were in a bind... Smith made sure he did whatever was in his power to return the favor. As he was scanning through the numbers on the email, he came across something that just jumped out at him like a naked guy in a crowd with his hair on fire. These kind of numbers changed everything. It was the reason he had been looking for, and it was disturbingly large number. A number large enough to disturb the boss about it as Smith flipped open his cell phone and immediately contacted his boss.

"Mr. Carlson," Smith started, "I believe we may have found the reason for Edgar Willis' sudden urge for charity."

"I'm listening." the voice on the other end said.

"Less than 48 hours after Ms. Johnson showed up for her second interview, Willis and Tucker's firm got a massive payday from a company called Dryden Suppliers. We're talking high seven figures, very close to becoming eight. This would explain why someone like Edgar Willis would take up a charity case. He and Tuck suddenly have the financial security few PI agencies have to work with."

"This seems too good to be true," Carlson responded, "Should we knock this sudden payment to coincidence? This is rather opportune for Mr. Willis to get enough money to take on Ms. Johnson's case mere days after she first arrives."

Mr. Smith had the same feeling, "Do you want me to trace this company and try to find out who authorized the payment?"

"Yes," Carlson approved, "But while the size is massive... PI's have a habit of being paid late by some clients. For all we know this is a back payment for years of work that was never compensated. This kind of payment isn't uncharacteristic for that particular industry, but this does concern me a little bit."

"How so, Sir?" Smith asked, somewhat curious.

"Because this could mean Edgar might have taken the case for personal reasons rather than for money." Carlson paused for a moment, "I want you to search the manifest. Find out if either Mr. Willis or Mr. Tucker has any connections to any of the residents under our care."

Smith thought that seemed pretty reasonable but it was never something he considered. That's why the old man gets paid the big bucks, "I'll get on it immediately. I had their office bugged so we could find out how involved they are with Ms. Johnson."

"Isn't that a tad premature?" Carlson said with a somewhat disappointing tone, "When did you have this done?"

"Well, after Ms. Johnson left last night after her second visit." Smith answered, "I authorized the guy I have watching the building to tap the place. She had been in there for over four hours. The next time she visits I want to know what she's talking about and what they think about it."

"Alright," Carlson said, "But try to pass this by me next time."

"Yes, Sir." Smith said, "I just thought it would be good to know how involved they're going to be in the case and whether or not they might present a threat to the program."

"Well, what's done is done." Carlson said not nitpicking over spit milk, "Just don't do anything else over there without prior authorization."

Smith took a deep breathe, "I will Sir, sorry about that."

"That's alright... I know your head is in the right place." Carlson said as he tried to be understanding, "We have to be careful because the last thing we want to do is fuel Ms. Johnson's paranoia, which will in turn fuel Willis and Tucker to keep looking into this. Understood?"

"Yes Sir, perfectly." Smith said, trying his best to be respectful.

As he hung up the phone, Smith had decided it was probably best not to mention the letter that that his man left in Tucker's mailbox. He was pretty sure that the threatening letter might have upset the old man if he had told him. Yet the more Smith thought about it, the more he realized that the old man was right. All that letter might do is legitimize their fears and paranoia about the conspiracy theories and motivate them further. Smith started to regret sending it, but it was done. It couldn't be taken it back. He started to look for new answers, but his work was quickly interrupted. He got a text message on his cell, and upon reading it he called that person back immediately.

Something had happened, and Smith had a feeling that he wasn't going to like it.