Scrumulus J. Caen (Part six: The Next Steps)
Beech resumed walking again, walking ahead of Scrum.
“And he lost his shoes on this beach you say?”
“Yes, this very beach.” Scrum began walking behind the old man.
“And where would you go were you to find these shoes?”
“To the law firm that managed my father’s will, then they would contact the banks and stock brokers and liquidate my father’s assets and put all that money into my bank accounts.”
“And which law firm would that be?”
“O’Lily, Boole and Rown, why do you ask?” asked Scrum, suspiciously.
“I used to know some lawyers is all. They’re a good firm. I think I used to know O’Lily, or maybe it was his father?”
“I haven’t even seen those guys in ages, they won’t even talk to me without those shoes.” sighed Scrum, recalling his pitiful position.