"No wonder..." Debra muttered. "She recognized me but mistook Marion for Andrew."


    Marion looked nothing like Andrew.


    Randy nced at Marion in the rearview mirror and dodged, "My mom is confused but still worried about the Potter family. Maybe she mixed up names. Don''t overthink it."


    Erica turned to Debra. "But that old kidnapping case involved a lot of people. Don''t you remember anything?"


    Debra shook her head. "I was too young. Memories before eight are fuzzy. Might''ve lost some after a high fever."


    Marion chimed in, "Get over it. Did you get the ledger?"


    "Duh." Erica pulled an ount book from her jacket. "Ta-da. Who''s the genius?"


    Randy smirked, "Nice work, burr queen."


    Erica smacked his arm. "You''d still be stuck there without me."


    "True that," Randy grinned. "Gotta keep you around for lockpicking emergencies."


    Debra chuckled at their banter as the car reached the Potter Mansion.


    Inside, two bodyguards were hauling Gand toward the door.


    "Let me go. I''m not leaving," he protested, struggling.


    Erica cracked her knuckles. "Hands off him."


    Debra stepped forward. "Gentlemen, release him. Let''s talk."


    The guards exchanged looks


    without releasing Gand. One of et


    them said, "We''re just following orders. We''ve got Mr. Andrew Potter''s


    proval."


    "Approval?" Debra raised an eyebrow. "Andrew is bedridden. When did he approve this?"


    "Well, Mr. Eaton Sr. has allowed Mr. Gand Eaton to go out and gain some experience these past few


    days, and that''s more than enough. days, and In appreciation of your hospitality, we''ve brought you a gift," he replied.  Two other soon, down in


    guards went out and


    e back with a p


    in front of Debra. Con held


    w???


    For a moment, no one recognized him.