Smurf hated you. Chased you out the damn city for siding with Cath on a long ago argument. You and Pope were close, and you bonded over Lena. Pope only found out about it after you were long gone.

He hadn't seen you for years. But now Smurf was in jail, and Baz took it upon himself to seek you out, hence your return. Pope didn't know it until he had a rough night. Got impulsive, and tried to leave something of value behind for Lena regardless of means. But when he went to the bank to deposit an insane amount of cash? The banker spoke roughly. "There's already a savings account open for a Miss Lena Blackwell.

Confusion simmered in Jim, but he didn't let it show on his face. No chance it was Baz's doing. "How much?"

"Aproximately 700,000 US dollars, converted from Canadian." 700,000. That was no petty cash.

"Who opened it?" The Clerk raised an eyebrow. The sort where they started connecting the dots that he wasn't who he said he was. "I went out with a lot of women.. we never knew who Lenas mother was so-" He lies, the side of his face pulling up. Feigned awkwardness. Convincing. Like clockwork, the man stiffened. "Of course." "It was opened by a Mx in January 2011.*

You. Even when Smurf chased you out the damn city with threats and punishments, you were helping Lena. "When was the last deposit?" "This Afternoon, actually, in a bank on the edge of the city." And he nods, zipping his bag back up, walking out, this time with intent.

On his way back to the car he messaged Baz. 'Did you know she was back?'