“No.” I glanced around the room, but other than fingerprint dust, nothing seemed to have changed. “I wonder why this place is still under police wraps? We know what killed Hamberly, and we’ve dealt with it.”

“Yeah, but the wheels of officialdom tend to move very slowly, so his body might not have been released by the coroner as yet.” He opened the wardrobe doors and rummaged around. “No files or any other paperwork.”

Though I doubted Hamberly would have kept anything important in his bedside tables, I nevertheless checked them. As expected, there was nothing more than socks and undies. I headed out. The letters I’d seen in my dream were still sitting on the small table in the hall, and one of them caught my eye.

“That’s why Holdright Industries seemed so familiar.” I picked one up and showed it to Jackson. “Hamberly had mail from them.”

Jackson frowned. “Why would they be sending him mail when he worked there?”

“I can find out.” I ripped the envelope open and quickly scanned the letter. “It’s nothing more sinister than a superannuation update.”

“Huh.” Jackson moved past me and went into the next room. “There’re a couple of cabinets in here.”

“On my way.” I dropped the letter onto the table and stepped away, only to stop suddenly when the return address on the other letter caught my eye—Rosen Industries.

I quickly opened it; inside were a letter and a check for two thousand dollars. “Holy fuck.”

Jackson’s head appeared around the corner. “What?”

“Rosen Senior was sending money to Hamberly.” I scanned the letter’s content, but all it said was For services rendered, July, with Rosen’s signature at the bottom. “A couple of grand a month, if this is any indication.”

“Wonder if the company was paying him or if it was coming out of his own pocket.”

I glanced at the envelope again and realized that it hadn’t actually been posted. Was that why Janice had been at Holdright Industries? Had she been delivering the money for her boss? “If I had to guess, I’d say personal payment. Otherwise, he’d be using company checks, not personal ones, wouldn’t he?”

“Well, if it was a bribe to keep Hamberly away from Junior, he wasn’t honoring it.”

“But it does at least explain why Rosen thought he was a leech.” Even if the bastard had lied to us about not having much contact with Hamberly.

I dropped the envelope back onto the desk, then walked into the next room. This was a combination office and spare bedroom and, because it was closer to the kitchen and the fire that had threatened to wipe the place out, it had the faintest sprinkle of soot over everything. There were two cabinets to one side of the desk, but neither had our key’s number.