“Actually, now that I look at you, makes a lot of sense. For the best too. That way nobody’s forgotten their reading, ‘riting, or ‘rithmetic, eh. That wasn’t very funny but the bright side is that we seem to have all our wits about us and I was losing it a bit over some of the grammaticals in the back and forth, something seemed up, turns out I was just missing the point. Wasn’t down a wit so much as missing that we have another one. And an extra set of wits is for the best. I assume you are already aware but we aren’t entirely sure what we are looking for or expecting to find. We have the ideas, certainly, and we choose to assume he was using the land for something, there were indications. I mean, it wasn’t cheap, and he was one to leave things unused. But not space, good god has that become clear to me recently, discovering all the stuff going into that house, not that that's our problem, and certainly not yours. That's all for her to deal with. But, of dealing with him and here, of the things he did not leave unused money was the one he was always most efficient with, his use of space always a little more intensive than efficient. Frankly if he bought it and forgot about it or never got around to it I’d be stunned, though I guess to keep up the frankness I never met him personally and to complete the frankness trifecta with everything I have discovered since I am more than ok with that. You never met him either right? No of course not. You said you’ve not been out here before. That’s fine, nobody’s been out there at all, at least not with any certainty, not even him, at least in the past decade. I mean we have to conjecture he has and it doesn’t make much sense otherwise but nothing we can actually prove there. What we have got is that he was out there at least once a couple years back, when he bought it. We found the guy who sold it to him and according to him they had gone to scope it out. He thinks, though he seems to not be all there so you never know. He was more sure that they always came and went separately, not sure that matters but not going to hurt you to be aware of it whether or not it turns out to be useless, or untrue. Again, that guy, not all there, neither of them really. Regardless assuming any of those treks actually happened he was on location enough to get comfortable with how much space it was, because we do have the documents that show that he did in fact purchase it, and still had the deed, now imagine if that was still a mystery. I have to thank whichever lord likes me enough to not leave that one up in the air. But to the point since we can say he bought it and continued to own it I am good to roll with the idea that whatever he was looking for with it was good enough for him. Enough space. That is what he was looking for, I think, space. A big empty space where he could put, well of course again that’s conjecture since we aren’t sure he wanted to or did put anything there, and if there is anything there, we can’t say for sure if he put it there and we can’t say whether, if there is anything there regardless of how it got there if his original purpose and his subsequent use of the space are in alignment. Plans might have changed. Definitely have now, for him that is. That wasn’t funny either but if the dead can hear us we can’t hear them and if we can’t make light of them then what are we to do but stare at them, the way they do us. Funny though, might not be able to hear the dead and yet they do keep asking things of me. And you, too, indirectly in your case of course. But anyway the point is that we don’t know what is there exactly. We certainly have reason to think there’s more than nothing, and more than enough reason to speculate about what is out there being something other than nothing. His wife, not that they were actually married but that's how it is, when we can actually get anything out of her other than the ongoing volley of empty threats, largely in the form of emails sent at 3am, has made it all too apparent that whatever was out there always remained his end of the arrangement and she wants to just take what of his always was or is now hers, their home, and all that's in it, strip it for parts, and get on with it all on her own. Got to conjecture, and again this is very much conjecture, that's what the new apartment is for. House was his, memories were hers, and not sure she wants any more than that. Otherwise we'd actually know what's going on, since she could simply tell us, but she's always been a ghost, and now she's two of them. But either way you by now have already been given the basics and at the end of the day the gold’s got to be somewhere and I mean the, glob, or whatever, got to come from somewhere and the easiest answer would have been if we could find out what he wanted done with it and whatever’s there because then all of this would be unnecessary. No offense, sorry. You are making my life easier and I’ll try to appreciate that but at the end of the day my life’s still going to be harder than if I hadn’t found myself getting your help. But that’s not your problem, that’s mine. Where was I, other than my many sufferings, woe to be a petty functionary. My point is that if he’d just left a damn will and we knew where it was then we would know what he’s got, or, I guess we wouldn’t know but we’d know enough to tell ourselves we did and hope we don’t find ourselves in the situation where anyone of indeterminate animacy feels the need to imply otherwise, and who it should go to and that would be that and I could take my ten percent and this could all be over with or at least I could pass it along to yet another functionary whose job is not sorting out the matters so much as sorting the matter of the by then sorted matters but instead either the one thing he didn’t leave for us to deal with is any documentation of who gets the opportunity to deal with what or if he did than whoever got ahold of it, and let’s be clear what I am about to say flexes the full leeway of being able to keep this account off the record and is not to be taken as meaning anything other than the miscast humor of my private meandering mind and if anyone hears about what I’m about to say trust me we will be hearing about one another for far longer than either of us wanted or anticipated. But caveats and disclaimers cast and respected, the reality is that I can imagine any number of realities where there is a will and either of them got ahold of it or where someone else altogether, a someone else about whom I will not be speculating further, got ahold of it. And that any number of those various speculated somebodies did not like what they saw on the document and decided it was in their best interest to act like no such document exists. Maybe it doesn’t anymore, maybe they would rather they never touched nothing so it’s still in a desk in the grip of rubber gloves worn to hide the fingerprints. But again, that’s all just baseless ravings. I’m not to be taken seriously. The matter is though, and I figured this artful notion of something that very much did not happen would be worthwhile because just as you are here to make life easier I figured I should make your life easier by making it a little easier to imagine the cast of characters you are dealing with. Or might be dealing with. Or in the third case definitely won’t be dealing with. Probably the third case. But I will warn you to keep your head up for fictions. They can be sneaky, and sometimes they have teeth. But enough about fictions we should be focusing on the actual people and actual places that will probably be involved with all of this all of whom we know you’ve already had to deal with and some of whom I’m guessing you even by now have had the chance to meet face to face, being around now and all of that. Funny how things change when you are actually staring at someone. Not sure if it gets easier, or harder. In my case easier. No real reason I even had to meet you before you have anything to report back on, already got all you could from his sister, not that she has much to do with it, I think. Going to get the rest from his wife, to whatever extent she chooses to have anything to do with this, that I'm sure of, not that you're going to get anything but that she isn't going to be helpful. Probably just remind you to keep away from what is now her house. And trust me, that's a face to face you do not want. Not with her. With the house, can tell you, from what I've heard, it's a wreck. And there's more than just pistols. A surprising number of gunpowder receipts, actually. But then since we're kinda alike, not really involved but dragged into it an all of a sudden responsible for the answers, figured I should meet you beforehand, give you my more dispassionate lowdown, to the best I know anything, which, as you can clearly tell, is not the best best I've ever put on. But I'm just doing my best here, same as you, that's what we all get our commissions for ain't it. Us petty functionaries. Anyway, now that you're here, I have to think that aside from that one meeting that won't be happening in your case doing things face to face must make it easier, not even so much with the people as with getting out here at all. Could have been anything beforehand, now it’s got to be something. And it’s on that something we should be focusing on, not our fictions. Or on matters that are a little too real for you to be delving into, like the house. But the property, you won’t need the keys she must've already given you. I mean, they’ll make them easier but unless its quietly a minefield, don’t worry I’m kidding about that there’s a lot you can get away with if you keep quiet enough but that would be a stretch to the imagination and trust me in that department I’m the one man rubber band holding the documents together, the documents we have the luxury to have that is. Ah well. Whatever while we could really use some more documents we’ve been over that and my point is that you won’t need the keys there’s hardly a fence. I mean, there is a fence, but it will be no problem to climb over it. No security, best as we know, or at least nobody manning it, not these days at least. He was too cautious for that. And she’s the one who’d get shooty. To be clear this time I’m not joking. But she’s not watching the property. If there's anything I've made clear it's that she doesn't seem to want to deal with it at all. Odd, really, given all that's there, presumably. Wasn't expecting his sister to be so interested. But then again, and again speculation, she probably does have a claim on it, if it actually is anything. Would get me invested in the brother I barely remembered I once had as well if I knew there was something about him living on that might in fact be mine. Change things quite a bit, wouldn't it? But anyway you should be able to unlock the door or clamor over the gate, anyone of able body and anything close to acceptable physical fitness would be able to figure it out. I mean I could, and I’m hardly more than a talking swivel chair. Come on that was at least a little funny. But now I'm realizing that the cost of keeping this off the record is that we're getting kicked out of this conversation quite soon and you do need to be getting on with it so that is likely for the best, but I thought it also best to borrow a little bit more of your time to make sure we all knew where you were going before you get back to us. And now we do. Excited to see your report about what's there, on the property. Should answer so many questions, put some truth to all this. Though, before you go, one question you can answer already, and I have to apologize for this and I don’t really have to ask but it’s been bugging me since I realized that neither of us was bugging and the sharing the one monitor doesn’t help much either, you’re Teodoro?