Marie's taxi was downstairs, so Gabe went with her and came back to tell her that the members of the press had become more numerous. Neil quickly arranged with the doorman to leave the building without being seen, via a basement exit. . The streets were wet because it had rained and it was dark. Walking a block or two from the building, he managed to find a taxi. When he got out of the taxi on West End Avenue, he immediately saw Devin. Gabe had called him out of concern about his first visit to his house. Freddie greeted him solemnly and they entered and took the elevator up. He walked to the apartment door with the rhythm he'd used hundreds of times, put the key in the dryer, and unlocked the door. “Devin, I have to go alone. Please wait here. " Devin nodded, then leaned against the wall. " He turned on the light switch and walked in, closing the door behind him. The alarm didn't go off, he thought. “It hadn't been reset. Everything is impeccable,” he noted, looking around him. He hired a cleaning service to remove all traces of the horror; nothing that could trigger unwanted memories. “If only we could do the same thing with the mind.” » He wanted to hear Esther's voice calling his name and saying, "Dinner in fifteen minutes." » There was only silence. He entered the library and opened the window, sensing obsolescence and the need to refresh himself. Even the sounds of the street below were muffled. He walked over to the piano and looked at the sheet music indicating the last piece his mother had played. It was a Brahms waltz. The melody quietly passed through his mind and made him smile. He then walked down the long hallway to his room. There he found his cello sitting next to his old Morris chair. Now everything was becoming painful. He took middle of paper...and suspected there was a financial benefit to equalizing the inheritance. Your mother suspected it was to put us at odds. She told me she was concerned that your knowledge about money could interfere with your decisions about your life choices. She promised me that she would announce it to you on your twenty-fifth birthday. » “My son, this will is immutable,” added Mr. Kaplan. Esther Outwater told me that you were adopted, although that seems to be a fabrication. However, she gave me your fingerprints; she provided your DNA, photos, and a copy of your signature so that any challenge to you as heir to this estate would be indisputable. After a significant pause, he added, "Your birth parents will probably sue for the money." I think it might be fair to negotiate a settlement. "Let them have it all, I don't care..”