"Mr. James, does this man work for you?" he asked.
George had a strong suspicion he didn't.
"Uh, no," Oliver replied. "My understanding was that he was here at your request."
George crossed his arms and glared at the lawyer. "I've never met him before in my life."
Leon growled and got to his feet.
George turned to Oliver. "You need to call Detective Watt. He's currently investigating someone declaring me dead and stealing all of the money out of my old bank account." George pointed to the papers Mr. Jenkins had given him. "The bank account listed on those papers."
"No, no, wait," the man said when Leon advanced on him. "I was retained by George Carver to help him facilitate the transfer of his winnings to his bank account. I'm just doing what I was hired to do."
"Funny," George said. "I didn't retain your services."
Mr. Jenkins's face drained of color before he grabbed another piece of paper out of his briefcase. "I have the receipt right here for payment for my services. It was sent from the account listed on those forms."
George took the paper from the man and looked it over. "He's right. This payment did come from my old account. Timestamp on it has the payment being placed just about the time Raymond Barker was in the bank." George glanced up. "He must have done it before he withdrew the rest of the money."
"How did your client contact you?" Leon asked.
"Over the phone. He called me yesterday, explained that he had won a sizeable lottery, and wanted my help making sure the money got transferred into the correct account. He said to meet him at the lottery office today, so that's what I did." The man was looking a little pale when he glanced at George. "I assumed you were the man I had spoken to."
George shook his head. "It wasn't me."
Mr. Jenkins looked perplexed. "Then who was it?"
George thought he'd just said that, but apparently not clear enough.
"I'm pretty sure it's the same man who stole all of the money out of my old account." It was looking that way, but at this point, George wouldn't be surprised if it was the man on the moon. He glanced at Oliver. "Look, what do I need to sign to make sure the money gets transferred into the correct account?"
"You'll need to fill out and sign an account transfer form," Oliver said. "I would have had one ready for you earlier, but Mr. Jenkins assured me he had that covered." Oliver sent the lawyer a small glare. "That won't happen again."
"If you could get me that form, I'd appreciate it."
Oliver nodded before glancing at the man to his left. "Harold, can you do that?"
Harold seemed to be as efficient as Uncle Allan. He got up and left the room, coming back a few moments later with a form he set down in front of George. "Fill in the form with the account you want the money deposited in then sign the bottom."
George quickly did, putting in the account info from his new account, then handed the paper back.
"If you'll give me a few minutes," Harold said, "I'll make you copies of everything."
"Thank you. I'd appreciate that."
After Harold left the room again, George turned back to Oliver. "Is that everything?" He had officially reached the limit of bullshit he could deal with today. He just wanted to go home. "Is there anything else I need to sign?"
"No, that's everything, Mr. Carver. The money is all yours and should be transferred into your account immediately."
George breathed out slowly. "Thank you."
"There's a media circus out front. We can set up a press conference for you, or I can offer you a back way out of the building if you'd prefer."
George snorted. "Definitely a back way out of here." The media circus could hunt for elephants in the clouds as far as he was concerned. "I have no desire to be famous."
"You do realize that might not be possible, right?" Oliver asked. "The media is in a frenzy to discover who you are. Eventually someone will figure it out."
George nodded. "Someone already has. We're just hoping to hold the rest of the world off until I can get all my ducks in a row."
