InSight

remember,” Stewart said, his voice agitated again. “I don’t remember the most important part.” He moaned, long and deep and mournful. “I’m fucked up.”
    She pulled him close. He got down on his knees and put his head in her lap. While he cried, she stroked his head. “It’s all right,” she whispered. “You don’t need to remember now. It’ll come to you. Give it time.” The weight lifted from her lap, and his pained voice spoke words they both knew were true.
    “I know just enough to know I’ll never be okay. I can’t live in the real world anymore.”
    She felt him slipping away again. “Stewart, we’re almost there. Then you can get back to your painting.” She could almost see his recognition.
    “Yes, my painting. They can’t take that away from me, can they?”
    “No, they can’t. Come, I’ll help you to bed.” She took his hand, but he did the leading. When they got to his bed, she ran a comforting hand over his cheek. He took it and brushed a kiss across her palm, then settled down. “You need to rest. I’ll be back in a little while.”
    Abby worked her way around the side table to the wall, until she came to the door. When she got to the corridor, she leaned against the wall. Luke and Jeff were right there. She assumed they watched everything that went on inside the room. “I need to speak to Dr. Schell.”
    “I think he’s in the doctor’s lounge with Dr. Weston,” Jeff said. “I’ll get him.”
    “What did Stewart say?” Luke asked. “I watched, but I couldn’t see.”
    She faced him. “There’s an envelope with proof of something, but he doesn’t know what and he doesn’t know where. At least not now.”
    “Must be the originals of whatever Matt had in his possession when he was killed.”
    They were joined in a nearby sitting area by Weston, Jeff, and Dr. Schell. Abby recounted her conversation with Stewart to the four men.
    “The hypnosis jarred his subconscious,” Dr. Schell said. “He’s starting to remember things. His father told him not to give the information to anyone unless something happened to him, but if Herbert Scanlon got to him before Stewart went to the police, then Scanlon’s been trying to get that information for eight years and hasn’t succeeded. Stewart is obeying his father’s wishes by not letting it out of his mental possession.”
    “That’s why they haven’t killed him,” Luke said.
    “He made the mistake of telling his mother,” Jeff said, then mumbled, “Skinny bitch.”
    “Stewart’s fragile now,” Abby said. “I didn’t want to push.”
    Luke’s hand rested on her arm. “Did you have a joint account when you were married?
    “Yes, but his accountant took care of all our money. He gave me whatever I needed.”
    “I wonder if the accountant was Sam Davidson,” Jeff said.
    “No, I don’t think so. His name was Carlin or Casey. Something like that.” Abby stopped cold. “I’ll bet that’s how he did it!”
    “Did what?” Luke asked.
    “Kept an open account or contracted a safe deposit box. His accountant handled it for him. It’s the only way, don’t you see? This guy handled all Stewart’s business affairs.”
    “But there’s nothing in Stewart’s name,” Luke said. “I checked.”
    “Then he used another name,” Jeff said.
    “Can’t open accounts that way today,” Luke said, “but he might have gotten away with it eight years ago, especially if he knew the banker and put a lot of money in the account.”
    “He had accounts all over the place,” Abby said. “Some held Gentry money, and then he liked to say the other accounts held Stewart Gentry money. He boasted that he didn’t have to live on his family’s money.”
    “Those accounts are closed,” Luke said.
    “Let me talk to him again. Luke, see if he’s sleeping.”
    Luke peeked into the room. “No, he’s lying there with his eyes open.”
    Abby entered the room. Stewart seemed changed, quieter. “Stewart, you said you had a bank account. Do you remember that?”
    “Yes, more than one.”
    “Do you remember where?”
    “In Atlanta. One in Charleston too, with family money. I closed them all.”
    “Why?”
    “I figured the papers had something to do with my father’s death. He feared for his life. Maybe I needed to fear for mine too.”
    Stewart laughed. “Ironic, isn’t it? That had been my only fear. The reality is much worse.”
    Keep him on track. “Did you have a safe deposit box in any of the