Toeing the Line

All I wanted was to get on with my life; do the little good I could as a private investigator. The Church had taken the one thing I lived for from me… Well, okay, one of the things I lived for. The guys still came in abundance.

As much as I tried to avoid it, my birth family kept being thrust at me. It wasn't enough that they were all dead; the rest of the Society wanted to pile their misdeeds onto my shoulders. Is it any surprise that when that damned briefcase showed up, I wanted nothing to do with it?

When it goes missing, I find out that while it's mine—well, my family's—other people are interested in it and its contents, whatever those might be.

I might not want anything to do with my family's inheritance, but I'll be damned if I let someone else take what's mine.