His old accountant's office

Jack's next stop was at a large a business complex, where his old accountant hired an office for his private company. He'd talked to the man over the phone just barely two weeks ago, but now he had a few more questions which demanded answers, and he felt like they could need to sort those things in person.

This time there were at least no bothersome receptionists to hold him up, but still it took him quite some time before he finally found his way to the sturdy wooden door to the office of Mr. Patrick Stern. The man had once a career as a boxer, which was somewhat hinted by his massive jaw and hanging eyebrow, but even more so by the various trophies lining the top of his many shelves. Since then he'd grown even more in size though, and it seemed like his age had finally derived him of the thin blonde hair that made him somewhat attractive back in his youth.

"Jack...?" Patrick said as he let him inside his cramped office, and looked much less surprised than the last two people Jack had been asking some rather difficult questions. He'd of course been expecting him though, but perhaps not for the exact same reasons that Jack had in mind right now, but even then he only showed just a bit of concern when confronted by the first of them.

"Yeah, you're right." The old accountant nodded slowly, then rolled his slumping chair over to one of the filing cabinets, and somehow managed to find a certain few papers without much trouble. Perhaps because he'd been looking at them recently, though Jack already had his suspicions there was another reason as well, and as he looked around his eyes fell upon a couple of photographs, depicting Mr. Stern and his family some fifteen years ago.

The likeness wasn't as obvious as the one he'd found in his old friend Michael's office, due to the fact that Patrick only had a bunch of sons and no daughters, but with his current knowledge he could easily see the same connections.

"Here's the bookkeeping for those last twenty years." The man interrupted him, with a somber glance towards the picture that Jack was looking at, before he started browsing through the thin dossier. It was obviously not his own, or even the one he'd shared with his wife, but still it was clearly set on his family name instead of belonging to Shirley alone. In practice it belonged to him or his daughters, and yet he'd never heard a word of it for the twenty years it had been in existence.

He didn't need to look at it though, to see there was a very consistent amount of transactions throughout the years, with a certain sum of money coming in from three different sources at the last week of every month. He wasn't sure how much there was on it in this very moment, but he found himself taking a slow breath of surprise when his accountant summed it all up for him.

"That's... quite a lot." He mumbled eventually, and even felt a bit sorry for the men who had all been lured into this mess, so much that he decided to stop pursuing any more of their secrets for now.

"I trust you will keep this safe, Patrick." He told the balding man before him, who was staring back at him with a look of utter surprise on his face in return. There was really no point in continuing this conversation at the moment, and Jack turned to leave before he had the time to change his mind once more.

It was still well over noon when he finally returned to his car again, and he sat there thinking for another couple of minutes, before eventually starting up the engine and pulling out on the street. He wasn't quite sure where to go to next, but at least there was one thing he knew for certain. He'd need to talk to each of his girls before the day was over...